The moment they handed me the pencil
I knew, and my mind started working
Gingerly, eagerly and unrestricted
I drew a crooked line about the center
And did not have the sense to stop

The line took dimension
But i was a determined artist
Determined to destroy in the name of fixing
So i drew another line around the center
And did not have the sense to stop

My imagiation scribbled over the top
And made quite a mess of the drawing
Reality set in and i added it onto the picture
All the twists and turns merged into despair
But i did not have the sense to stop

Now i hold up for all to view
Back to front you shall not see
The shattered pieces that cut within
A perfect picture turned sour
Drawn to destruction