Covering blank pages
I was never one to stay in line
Married to a certain kind of love
A certain state of mind
Running out of paper writing thoughts
I never thought I would
Used up all the ink
Now carving sketches into the driftwood
Losing all control of my left hand
Drawing Pentagrams
Boredom in my adolescent stages
Feeling inside out
Scanning all the exits in the room
Think I see one now
Buried in a reocurring dream I never could escape
One day I'll be part of the machine
I feel like taking shape
Grappling with my attention span
Drawing Pentagrams
Losing all control of my left hand
Drawing pentagrams
Staring at the ceiling wondering what would
Become of me
Picking up guitar and writing songs in a
minor key
Looks like there will be a change of plans
Drawing Pentagrams
Grappling with my attention span
Drawing pentagrams
Losing all control of my left hand
Drawing pentagrams
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