A Writer's Ability

To be that voice that is never heard

Just someone that develops thoughts that are keen and delves into the mainstream

Media of these things that we generate from words

Parked next to this curb called "Originality"

Making sure things are straight

As I look into this mirror of vanity, but locked up in a mental prison

Writer's block, that cause of insanity, can I just call it fate?

Pen to paper, paper to pen, never want to let the thoughts stop

Being like Shel Silverstein leading "Where the Sidewalk Ends"; becoming lost

In this process of finding the right from wrong; bad from good

On the edge of greatness but misunderstood on this interpretation laid out

Foundation of rhymes and schemes; things not always appearing like what's seen

Simply an illusion, or blind to the naked eye; a transparency

Catching a reader at a moment of vulnerability leading them to a secret place

One of mystery, ideas that move faster than their mental pace.

Expressing those issues of this thing called life through one pen or pencil

Hitting them with reality; but they never knew it could all be written with one utensil