I know that I’m not just a waste
I think therefore I am
I know each minute can’t be replaced
I’d love some strawberry jam
Do I exist beyond my words?
Or was I written off?
But that would sound somewhat absurd
Excuse me if I cough
I’m the imperfect lines in poetry
The scribbles in some pad
The jagged sketches, incomplete
I’ve gone completely mad
I’m the splattered paint in canvas board
The neon among the pale
The sweetest in a pile of gourd
The epic win in fail
The name’s ddrei, remember that
So we can get along
I am ddrei, remember well
And I’ll sing you a song
