I’m looking for them,
Those few words that run away,
Somewhere last weekend.
“What’s your point?”, I ask.
Staring at the pencil hard,
2B, maybe not.
I draw a thick line,
And to me that is 2B,
And then I smudge it.
As complex as simple is.
I’m looking for them,
Those few words that run away,
Somewhere last weekend.
“What’s your point?”, I ask.
Staring at the pencil hard,
2B, maybe not.
I draw a thick line,
And to me that is 2B,
And then I smudge it.