Holding my hands with a mind that seeks
Fluttery eyes oh too tired to repeat
A cycle never ending a void once reached
A shallower yet deep a hole thats filled
A life so quick yet the nights stay still
A cloak so dark yet the sky looked breached
My name my name ah what a burden to keep
The strokes my strokes so nameless to link
The freedom the joy a line that trips
A smile a laugh and a wind that breathes
Oh it feels nice yes nice to be a weed among trees
Oh it feels nice yes nice to be a letter among means