My Pen, My Sword

Not it all, not at all. Nothing big, something small. Not the puzzle, just a piece. May the picture keep growing, may it never be complete, may my heart open and close with every beat, may my mind take a picture with every blink, may I take what I take, may I leave what I leave, may I do it all, with a smile and a wink. Not too much, not it all, just a part to play, to keep moving, on and on and on. I could go on, I could go up, I could go down, I could go back, and tell the more, there is to tell, but that would be for you, not for myself. My pen, my sword, my blood to pour.