INKPIETTER

I cannot sing like you
An halibut of Swans
My hands are in my heart
And my inks keep dripping
At their will
I stand open without thinking
Too much which road the
Inky boat of mine drives
Moreso as I'm out of
It's driving cabin

I live with the blueprint
Of our world
| zig zag through a thousand
Heavy waves and tide
Today I might be...