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