Pencil and Paper

There is paper on the desk and a pencil in my hand. Oh the different things that can come out of this. Should I escape to my made up land or Express my thoughts and feelings? What shall it be today? An adventure or a thoughtful letter? I put my pencil to the paper and I escape. My mind goes crazy and I'm finally free. Free to be me. Free to do what I please. Free. I keep that pencil in my hand and I will always be free.