My Pen

My Pen Every step I take leaves behind a footprint upon this white canvas. It is an all white planet. Every move I make is volcanic. Leaving behind only ashes. The land has vanished. I ran down to the south, up north, towards the east and then the west. Than I began to panic. This isn't a test, what can this be. I'm free, to sail upon this white Atlantic sea. This is my Tall Tale, my adventure and my Journey. And when it ends and I am left pale and empty. Just look at the picture I leave behind with no more ink in me.