Spill yourself on paper
Empty your soul
The pen is your limb
Lose all control
Feel yourself
Act as blind
Be the paper
Turn off your mind

If anyone even cared
About what you or me thought
We would've been there by then
This world leaves our kind to rot
Nonetheless, it's our world
It belongs to you and me
I and god are here for you
Just close your eyes and see

(and if by any chance or luck
This poem doesn't speak to you
I shouldn't even give a fuck
For you will find your paper
And you will find your pen
And hopefully -
You'll find me then).