Is all I can write about puddles and walks?


I don't know the blocks,
or how they attach to one another.
I can't form these lines,
I can't put them together.
All I can say is plain as day,
But the night impairs your sight.
I'm trapped inside this fog,
With no way to wrong or right.
I could be gone so fast,
I know you never knew.
The only thing you'd feel
Is my cold shoulder pushing past you.