without tools to make our mark/our world is but paper/we cannot make our mark on/think of a time when we had paper, a canvas/but no tools/im sure we looked furtively around/that such a moment wouldnt last long/grappling for anything to make our superficial mark on the world/to catalogue our lives like they mattered and wont fade/a tiny blip on the radar is surely better than nothing at all/all these thoughts in our heads/explosive/needing to be catergorised/like aisles in the supermarket/that really faill to make any sense of order anyway/blank canva's stare at us/empty/full of possibility/where are out tools
its time to create