What is it, What is that, What is what
Maybe I might
No I think I
I can’t get out what needs to be said
The brain can be fast or slow
When I’m laying in my bed falling asleep
Heck I can come up with the best poems
But here I am
Standing in front of you
Heck
Standing, standing, standing
Heck
Wishing that I can
Heck why am I doing this
Wishing I can tell you
Heck
Hey wait who are you?
This is kinda awkward
I’m making my stand and yet
I dont know you you are
Maybe I’m standing in sand
The ocean of memory washing away
Because sometimes I cant remember
Who Am I?
Who else here is confused as heck cause I am
What the heck is this
Supposed to be a poem