On my paper I wrote my own distraction
Upon its' completion
I realized it lacks action
For scattered is my concentration
I have drawn something that might be an attraction
Rather, nothing got my attention
It was plain and without formation
I painted letters for some classification
Yet nothing made me feel any sensation
Then I snapped back to the world of realization
Where I begun my frustration
I was the only one left in recreation
I'm sure gonna have a deck of recognition
And those writings are on the paper of imaginations
Scribbles that went into animation
Maybe someday they will act upon their option
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