The Finer Lines In Life

Mind on paper

The pen is my soul

The ink is my brain that pours accross the pages

For ages know I've written in a book

None but for me to look

There is no doubt

The one love of which I couldn't live without

The prongs don't only bind the pages

My journals lines run in stages

They tie my heart to my art

So this here is my final say

Writing, the only thing that keeps me at bay

My spirit stays in that journal all the way  

Nothing coul replace it on this Earth

Not even if I was offered all the stars in the Universe