I should be writing this down
but I'm afraid that I soon might forget
after already constructing a purpose
the action must be acted
very thought provoked
I could make a big success
if I were to get passed the clumsy mess
of road blocks and melting clocks slowly turning away
So many ideas waiting to be unleashed
but ****** mind doesn't move very well
not unless the tide growls from the belly

Well this piece of paper isn't really blank at all
just a blurry life in motion with lines you catch on the wall
one tries to follow, but will only find
they're chasing themselves
in the blink of an eye