To observe everything and everyone
Is nothing more than leisurely fun.
I keep to myself and say not one thing.
This is why I write: for the joy that it brings.
It is amazing how the mind works.
Thoughts roam mindlessly; a magnificent network.
We think in a stream of consciousness,
Then again, it is a consequence.
Not only the good, but the bad comes to mind.
A paper and pen is all it takes; it does not take a mastermind.
The perforated lines are our only limit,
But that should not stop the fearful or the timid.
When too scared to be heard
Take that paper and write a word,
You’ll see that it is only you and the paper,
There is neither a grade nor a grader.
This is why I write:
Everything is purely in my own sight.
I express things I wouldn’t dare to share,
Because I know that others might look and stare.
So what If I’m nostalgic,
And a hopeless romantic,
That paper and pen give me a reason
To broaden my horizon.
A constant reminder,
That I am the only insider,
I see things that no one else sees,
That paper and pen make me… me.