Writing "mind's a mess, can't express" [PG]

[Mitch]

i'll be working on this one some more later. i like it, but it can be better of course.

mind's a mess, can't express
one iota of a goddamn thing
words are flaccid in my hand
been hit in the jewels by the cancan

want a baby, her to save me
and us fall into our world
but spinning she goes by
a truth-dressed pretty thing of a lie

maybe chance will make a collide
maybe planets bang and boom and die

maybe skies touch together and high
maybe baby space will heave a sigh

blow our planets, make our world
an illusion in the blackness
making bright light long and far
a strong creation saying we are