I’m a short circuit
My ends just don’t quite meet
My pencil is my carrier
My eraser its competition
To have weight in my words
Or to have worry in aesthetic
I’m a short circuit
My ends just don’t quite meet

Absorbed by my abstraction
I’m left puzzled by empty thoughts
My intent; not yet refined
Incitement is getting lost
Wholeness in completion
Would be rather great
Yet I still fall short
Every step closer that I take
Unsettling impediment
Stops me dead in my tracks
I’m a short circuit
My ends just don’t quite meet