back and forth in my mind run the race of the
voices i embrace it with my my choices the
condition helps my art

here i sit with my pencil writing poems
about my problems no one knows quite how to solve them
the condition of my heart

so i race with my pencil writing poems about
my problems cutting stencils of the voices the
impression on my art

and so my choices leed to problems and i feel no
need to solve them im embracing not replacing what
i feel down in my heart