When words are reeling within my brain,
Fighting against the barriers to escape
To flow, converge into a single, titanic epiphany!
And with lack of binding friendship to purge
Overwhelming emotions: sorrow, happiness, anger;
My friend - my muse - a tool of my trade,
Slips into my hand, and from its lead pointed tip
Gushes words onto paper:
Mindless reveries, angered bouts, erotic illusions;
Lovely painted pictures of flowing gardens,
An epic from my heart to the moon -
Scrolled for eternity by a feeble piece of wood.
I am forever thankful for my little pencil.
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