Pencil

9: REFLECTIONS ON A PENCIL A I wrote an angry note to my friend. You did not stop me. You lead me on. Was it your fault? B Imagine the day When IT systems crash Which they will. What then? I will still be here for you Hidden in the dust of a forgotten draw But I will still work. C I press you. Billions of thoughts flow Through you. We are partners. D The more I use you The more you serve me The less you become The more I need you. E My father was a tree. My ancestors were forests. Now you use me To sketch what you imagine I once was. F My back itches. I can’t reach it. Ahhhh. Thank you.  G Do what I say. Follow my moves. You are my vassal. Don’t break. H You are so sharp when you start Like I am in the morning. But the day wears you down Whilst I start yawning. I Wield that sword. Destroy that character. Comfort that child. You are so easily lead. J I look at you in my hand So simple. So innocent. Something manipulates my hand. You become the instrument of wonder.