Thoughts of a Pencil
Asking why I write is like asking why I breathe
There’s a scripture in my mind that I have to set free
A verbal picture froze in time that I just have to see
The meaning gets deep, but to put it simply
Asking why I write is like asking why I breathe
As long as I’m alive and can hear my heartbeats
I have a pencil gripped tight printing what my mind thinks
Reciting what I’m writing until I know my quotes are perfect
If you think this was exciting then my poem has served its purpose