I'm a bit nondescript, kinda fuzzy
You can't draw me, I am hazy
To see me you have to disentangle
Made of strings in a circle and triangle
In a jumble of lines
The truth is faint and hidden
The deepest corners of the mind
Far removed and forbidden
I am just not here, I could be everywhere
To find me, you must think, not stare
It's just how the world works
It just another one of those quirks
All you want to do is think nothing
Is the matter, when it's everything
An analyzed life is
A mind unseen
Then the face is a blur
As it should've been
I'll persist in the imagination
Like these squiggly lines
Of no description
Of my dark times
