Pen Dependence
There’s no other option
Opting in with an opinion and undivided attention
Forgot to mention how fast these walls are closing in without this pen
Allowing thoughts to thin
Forming stories with an intoxicating grin
Intoxicated by every thought that has ever sunk
Into the mind of mine
Then I decide to write
Anticipation of this becoming my life
A gift that would arise after I die
In hind-sight, I’d take a blind bite
And gladly die twice
For I love to write
Words form a dialect to resurrect a certain effect that was shown neglect
Performing my best
It isn’t good enough yet
The best is yet to come
Succumb to the deepest secrets
Creating a certain sequence
Hold this pen high
Spawning into your beacon
Let it sink in
When you stop thinking,
There’s no longer ink in the pen for the message you intended to send
But don’t give in to the thought of never performing your art again
Because then, they’ll see that the next of kin could pick up the pen
Just as she inspired me
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