When you shake an etch-a-sketch, When you erase chalk When you delete what you type Where do they go? My soul they drench Slowly I am learning That filling the void With erased shavings of others Will not bring me joy See it does not make me whole To fill myself with what I am Empty, forgotten, erased Left just a shadow of a man So I sit in the darkness and come to terms That I don't want to feel full I just wanted to be restarted