Like a person who finger pecks to type
The words are slow coming, and mistakes
Are more than just a little time consuming.
Louder than a post-it note in canary yellow
Uniform print, precisely defined; a notice
In permanent midnight curves and columns.
Crumpled and on the floor, it doesnít matter
Itís a thought, a decision, a plan of action
Right or wrong- it's mine, it's mine, it's mine.