Something I would need

A book and a pencil.

A book and a pencil and everything is alright. Nothing more I should ever need,

nothing more to freeze a river of words that shall be dancing in my head, soon to be

forgotten with the passing of time. A book and a pencil, the mind is free to think when liberated, the mind is free to 

perform to its full potential, better put to use than allowed to rot inside my head.

Let the wind come, and the storm attack, let the earth quake, and lightening thrust 

from the sky; a book and a pencil, and I shall write about it.

The snakes shall become alive in the words that I would write, and my hunger shall

be turned to the villain. A peice of work that I shall create, should I ever see refuge, I

would release that work for the world to read.