Not a Weapon but a Tool

The words flow from the pen to the page

Then from the page to screen

That's what I want to see


My job would be words

Millions of combinations of twenty-six symbols

Creating people and worlds 


For screen

For page

My mind and soul for the world to see


Ideas come and go

Some are fleeting

Some stick around


The sword that has the power to make words eternal

Not a simple tool to wield

The words must come 


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