Thinking, walking, running in circles
Hungry hands searching, reaching out
On a cool morning, still dark
Nothing, blank, stunned, gone
Found a crayon as I ran against the wind
Picked it up and began to scribble
Making images of the future
Visions of rivers drowning into the ocean
My hand became enraged
Overpowered my will
I tried to stop but could not
Pulse increased, breathing hard
Images slowly turned into words
These must be heard, read and known
For the letters and vowels spelled
This branded in my soul
Running through my veins
Burning at both ends
Your name
