The Story

The Story I look at my keyboard What could I possibly say? How could I tell the story I see? The characters are so strong The lines maybe say too much I want them to be believed Yet, I know that they will not It is a story of a world I see One of pure good One of the purest evil How can I write it? How could anyone see what I see? What words could speak my words? My thoughts are so different Never the same as everyone’s reality This is a story that needs to be told My fingers have to move The keys have to click as I touch them The story will flow onto the screen The words will come The story will be told If I could just move my fingers