.i'm writing to say i don't know what to say
..i'm hoping my scribbles make sense anyway
...the lines on the page have been warped many times
....because of the blotting from ink that won't dry
.....the mess that i've made with both of my hands
......reflects every part of the life i command
.......meticulous reader I hope that you find
........the leftover words in the back of my mind
.........i'm losing my grip and my energy's low
..........so take up the pen and put down what you know