I don't know what to write.
Not a clue what to say.
I could tell of a deathly fright, or of a carefree Summers day,
But neither would do
Because oh, how, oh how, would they explain,
The tall tales of this life
& to tell them truthfully, I refrain
There's too much strife, too much pain,
& truth is harsh, when laid out plain
So I tell you of this,
Confusing mess,
& hope to myself, you enjoy yourself,
& my nothingness.
