I don't know if my mind is a play.
I still get confused in a picture, rewind.
I hear your words but I can't make image to what it is you're feeling in part.
You see I back read scripts to signature a forward I hope continues on a never ending.
The tone of your song set mood to the press, pause.
Stop, replay.!
There is goes again, that line.
These four walls box me to a close caption.
Names white out the screen as description scroll up titles, who titled.
Script.!
What seen will connect this series that event, or did I invent.
I'm at a lost to perform, so I can't indent. Line.!
