i feel like paper
folded and crested
not on the tree but
still green
up and around floating
brain flat gotta tell you
i see white
what's up what your bright colors
a shirt what no design but out loud
it Say's plain
in a altercation
but can't find my adventure
but like a loser
i feel dim
inside i feel like a maker
with no ink
if that's what is inside them
my mind is blank
i see words
but which direction they coming from b.l.a.n.k
o snap back to reality
what is on TV the blank screen is on
oh my bad i know
you was watching that channel
but to late i turned it
I'm journal in a giant book
so yea I'm blank in mind find to tIme to notice huh crazy i know
blank mind i knew that from the first rhyme