Most people wonder why I spend time alone

Why I prefer being stuck at home

Than at that party with people I don't know

Throwing compliments and smiles just for show

 

You see, I'm the type of person who finds peace

In the silence provided from society's release

I seek refuge from all of the disruptive sound

To find a place where no one is around

 

It is only when I achieve this solitude

That I find a major change in my attitude

The usually serious, mysterious me

Fills the stillness with creativity

 

My mind explodes with imagination

As my pen brings forth a new creation

And the more I think, the more I get

I need to scribble every detail  before I forget

 

Every thought fills me with anticipation

And when I get like this, there no room for frustration

No room to cry over mistakes because mistakes are not  flaws

They are  the chances to stop and say AHA!

 

They are the reasons we can learn at all

They are the opportunities to rise or fall

And as an artist that utilizes a permanent pen

I'm given these chances again and again

 

With every quick mark that I make

My hand screams, "It's time for a break!"

But even then, I can't stop the flow

Of the vision in mind, I won't let go!

 

i won't let it stop until the my pen runs out

I won't let it stop or let these dreams cloud with doubt

I won't let it stop until my soul is filled

I won't let it stop until... until...

 

I look down at the paper on the table

And the image I see is incredible

The lines somehow merge together

As my vision gets darker and darker...

 

My face lands on top of the masterpiece

As I close my eyes to fall asleep

Ink stains my cheeks and fingers

And the accomplishment in my heart lingers