staring right through the page
i fly by the wild words in their cage
i fly by blue lines filled with rhymes
past so called answers of troubled times
staring right through the ink and lead
you can see what cant be read
you can see the meaning behind a word
if you swing by letters left as absurd
watch where it goes when the ink bleeds
seep down where our thoughts are seeds
seep down below our doodles and rants
drenching our imagination's beautiful dance
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