There's been a mistake made by ink From the pen to its canvas With a Y in parenthesis Followed by an O, U, R, S Because I'm not sure If it's yours Or if it's ours Let's open a box of blue pens Draw lines on the walls like painter's tape Separating everything clearly No more abstractions No more distractions All my memories Packed into boxes I'm the prey of the rabbits To your predator foxes