Hunched forward, I look down
With pen to paper,
Hoping to turn things around,
Become a little wiser.

I know that to save myself,
I should write down my thoughts
And pray that its enough;
I'm about to turn into someone I'm not.

Are these four walls the only friends
That care to stick around
As my shadow bends
And slowly dies down?

Is there an entity out there
That would notice if I changed?
I wonder if there's a soul out there
That would notice something strange.