I beg of you, pen, just tell me the truth
In some beauty that yanks at my tears
When I taste your strength I learn that my
Potential outlives my years
So tell me, true pen, what may I have missed
Those days that I felt so brave?
Spare your praise or BS pity
Just teach me your wide-eyed ways
With a hum and a click and a chamber of steam
The ink responds to my prayer
I now close my eyes and let the pen dream,
My hand chasing the layers
… I wonder, I wonder, if the man with no fear
Who boldly travels the world
Is truly not strong when you finally find
His storied blue-eyed girl?
She ruined your life and your old future
Is what you surely believed
And perhaps still do, for your difference was true
But is love in what you perceive?
Or can it loiter through thoughtful timber
Deep in the woods of the mind
Live off the trees and land and seeds
Dormant in your own insides?
You may pick up your pack, set out in pride
And hike off to free from this woods
Walk into a cab and start a new path
So that forest is gone for good
But until you face her, as far as you go
Something that you’ll never change
Is that woods still builds the horizon
And that love still haunts your brain…
So the punch was thrown and the point was made
I thanked the pen for the words
For I needed to crawl with the old lover’s pain
If I am ever to fly with the birds.