The Pen of Thinking

Each morning my pen of imagination keeps me lambasting ideas far right corner of my ink stained that denied me the opportunity to obtain intricate in my heart. The color does change that represents the rapture of situation to the suitability of humanity to humanism hunting fractured morning The shape of the egg does alter the truth to prevails the kilometers of shining star like art confound to contemporary world where help glorify the glowing candle The face of misery mesmerize me with the meter of mixed ideas that never compact with the writer wants It worthwhile to drink poetry in each morning despite the amount of income earn earnestly pay no bills to bull sound rather pride of authoring lines of my own.