If I could possibly Commit my heart down to print Pencil, ink down for you Document (within my head) And catalog (arrays unsaid) So I could give you all the words I've held (in my palm years too long) For each time I've turned ‘way my friends From each call for help I heard Oh even when mine was found One permanent (etching of me) photographs (apology) In silken wrap bound with a rubber band so here for you is My hands bare for you. Forget my past promises From here I start vision new I keep my eyes from my shoes Embara**ments (and forgeries) And map my in (securities) Start challenging myself where I gave up for gone I give you