Turning the tide On this Etch A Sketch life Drawing on reason Erase what I find Still colored clueless In black and white Memories useless Most of the time
This Etch A Sketch Takes just a sec Before it's all over Turned on its head Abstract in sand Makes its own bed Shaken not stirred Till there's nothing let
Can only hope That's not all she wrote Cleaning the slate No water, no soap Turning of knobs Continues to grow This Etch A Sketch life I draw on alone