The Writing of Life

I take my hand before you End by end I must write To keep my life You go from sharp to dull In a few scenes But why aren't you pristine? Yellow as the sunset Pink as the sky every afternoon Are you causing selfish doom? You do your job every time Being right by my side People ask to borrow you But all you would say is bye-bye! Lost in a tunnel of a million objects Sometimes just a wonder Will appear Eating into my soul Crawling into my heart Nothing can be erased after this part