If you wanted change
You should have asked for growth
You have what it takes
And you should have known

The lines that people like
I draw with no cohesion
They're simply strung together
Like your scarred, forgotten lesions

Like a message that hadn't
Been conveyed in a while
The fault line is lost
In the curves of your smile
Your teeth, like the ocean,
Wave in the wind
They have conjured up anger
For less fortunate men

I've sailed in search of demons
And twelve month old dreams
Yet I'll never find either
At least, that's how it seems

As I fiddle with theme
And get lost in motifs
I can't feel anything
Walking nonfiction streets