i wanna clear the page
thought it would go easy
but every time it superimposes with random concealment
i fear it won't let me alone for somethings undone
like a half baked cake
having wont make me happy as jingle bells
but avoiding urges feeling of incompleteness
i wanna feel those vapours rising up
condensing on my fingers
it doesn't have any smell or taste
nor would it quench the thirst
but i wanna make my face wet with it
its more difficult than a cake
its juvenile to make
its more than the mere want of it
i drew something on a page
forgetting that i ain't some artist
now i wanna clear it up
but i end up appreciating the art
i wanna jump in that chocolate sea
and drown in it till i die
and know its worth is more than a lie
