My paper is lost in the wind..
Only three words stayed to begin..
The air of lost souls spins my thoughts..
Over valleys of confusion where I wasn't taught..
The words clench on with dear life..
Carving there way in like strokes of a knife..
A destination that has lost its way..
Like folded paper placed in a tray..
Till it reaches the eyes it's meant to feed..
Only then will these three words drip and bleed..
And you will see your everything I do..