My Pen
My Pen
Every step I take leaves behind a footprint upon this white canvas.
It is an all white planet.
Every move I make is volcanic.
Leaving behind only ashes.
The land has vanished.
I ran down to the south, up north,
towards the east and then the west.
Than I began to panic.
This isn't a test, what can this be.
I'm free, to sail upon this white Atlantic sea.
This is my Tall Tale, my adventure and my Journey.
And when it ends and I am left pale and empty.
Just look at the picture I leave behind with no more ink in me.
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