I don’t know how
to do this anymore
how to speak from my heart
with a pen and paper
it was my only thing
for so long
but now I’m not even sure
where there’s any paper
to go with my pen
it’s all digital now
in our world
that doesn’t mean
my heart is any different
it’s actually quite healthy
so the doctors tell me
my heart speaks in pictures now
I stopped using paper for that, too
I wonder if it’s some sort of evolution
of the poem to the drawing
it’s all just art anyway
but instead of me spelling it out
you have to figure out the words for yourself
through an image
that probably doesn’t make sense
in the same sort of terms
not sure if it’s just safer
to say more without having to say it
or if it’s just where my mind is at now
my mind that never truly sleeps
I fall asleep into this technicolor world
of the strange and the unknown
restless in the morning
from too much dreaming, too little rest
sometimes it makes me crazy
to never feel like I sleep
yet I think I might miss the dreaming
once this phase is over
I wonder if the dreaming
has something to do
with the countless images
spinning around my head and out
through my stylus
and into my digital world
or if I had this coming anyway
without the reckless nights
of dreams with no sleep

It’s Perry the Platypus from Phineas and Ferb.

Oh, there you are Perry.