Words are coming out,
Jumbled thoughts flow steady
Tell the world thoughts I understand
In broken riddles
And senseless nonsense...
I know it sounds crazy
It doesn't make sense
I know it sounds bad
It didn't come out the way I hoped
But the words can't change—
Permanent shears in the fabric of time
So I shut my mouth,
Seal away the tongue-tied fool
In favor of pen and paper
And hope for the scholar I know.