Ode to My Senior Creativity

Thine imagination flows into my mind, inspiring stories of magnificent fantasies to write about and letting the words flow onto my paper and find the right sequence to bring on image out and letting a person’s imagination reign with words that will plant the inspiration sprouts. Thou controls the pens and pencils in my mindless hand, filling each and every page with words that let others understand, which continues on with the story of my and your characters, who are heroes and foes alike, not some type of caricatures. A warning from me to thee: thine words distracts and contradicts unto me, confusing the boundaries of wrong and right until sentences of spoken and written are iron clad tight that refuses to undo the mistakes made by thee forcing my hand. One step forward and two steps back, something done and something postpone, unable to budge something no closer than a frac’. Thyself may follow me onto my college journey, but thou must hide thyself form another’s eye and only come when I call when there is pen and paper upon my knee. So simple and yet so wise, but only somewhat awaken by the sunrise. A vow to thee that I shall place on this paper here: I will always need thou and will never thyself anywhere.