Penciled ThoughtsAll my Penciled Thoughtsare penned across the page.Some are calm and placidsome are full of rage.Each one tells a storyof what might have been.All do show the peoplejust the mess I'm in.If only for this momentI might find a way.I'll try to paint a picturewith all the words I say.But I seem to stumbleI trip n then fall down.If I only have this lifeI'll turn it all around.I think an understandingis what I try to reach.To lay the words in a rowBut I will not preach.But they will not listento anything I say.And so this life of emptinesswill surely fade away.But I'll keep on tryingto make this plain to you.So once again I'll write it downthat's what I'm going to do.All the words I've writtenTell of this life I've bought.They all tell the storyin this my Penciled Thoughts