If I could write my poem of world
To hear to see if what was told
To rest and save in sight
know, show tiny fright

If I could see the words I write
To know what meaning of every light
The door I know would open wide
shut again, back inside

If i could know a thousand words
No time I have would be again
Forever I hold my own to ink
know, tell the chain that links

If I could feel a blank of line
To end the stop to put in the rhyme
For I don’t know how much to cry
Let go. release the butterfly