We are all ideas
Underneath a pen.
We all have dreams
Every now and then.
We are figured up
Inside someone else’s mind.
Some versions are fairly nice,
Others aren’t as kind.
Some are quiet and cold
Some are loud and bold.
Some are fragile as glass
Some are much too brash.
No matter what we say
No matter what we do.
There will always be a way
To distort me or you.