Mark the page
Lay the pen to rest
There's never any traffic here
I guess it's for the best
On his strings
Tied against the hum
I know some goals are interesting
Just let the patterns fade
Between a window and a wall
Folks, they find a flock
Metallic patterns carry you
Bricks will guide the wall
Find your mark
Sort through four dead ink
Strapped for time, you take the line
Follow where it goes
Forced to draw up a plan
This room's too bright to hide
Explodes the faults that shape yourself
Don't forget to write