Wood
No paper in my room
Nowhere to go to register my thoughts
They pile in stalks of corn
Each kernel bursting with sweetness
Its’ crisp yellow core taking me on tangents of nothingness
Wood is sturdy
Or so I thought
Till it splinters. Obviously
But I hadn’t expected I’d splinter
At least not into these shapes
You’ll have to find a knife and carve me back right
Cause I’m all wrong
My parts are knotted
Not smooth and warm as you’d expect sturdy wood to be
Nowhere to go to register my thoughts
They pile in stalks of corn
Each kernel bursting with sweetness
Its’ crisp yellow core taking me on tangents of nothingness
Wood is sturdy
Or so I thought
Till it splinters. Obviously
But I hadn’t expected I’d splinter
At least not into these shapes
You’ll have to find a knife and carve me back right
Cause I’m all wrong
My parts are knotted
Not smooth and warm as you’d expect sturdy wood to be