Notebook drawn, your gun to fire on the world
No admonishment, no harm, just words
Look over, corner of eye. Scribbling words and
composing on the fly.

Cloud watching and eye sky snaired
To what do you contrast and compare?
Boxed words, seperated like 3rd grade math
Hasty upstrokes, your thoughts bursting fast

Listen to words you'll sing to later on
Find peace in distracting solitude
Eyes half closed and peering out
I wonder, do you know? What I'm writing about.

Last updated: 2014-06-17

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