Count the rooftops of the houses in the yard 
Where everything is shattered to pieces 
All the words and all the hurts 
I won’t have enough words 
I’ll lay out in songs 
All my feelings 
I won’t have enough words 
I’m 16 
A guitar and strange rhymes 
That won’t come together into lyrics later 
Strange, uncovered myths
Favorite mirrors of my problems
Unclosed topics 
Open questions and views 
This is all that will go away with age later