The feeling of a pencil between my fingers
Knowing it’s the tool to redeem my thoughts
And the smile in my heart when words fill this paper
I release all my tension, built up & cought

Words are like magic when they come alive
And somehow they’ve always excisted, deep down in my archive
In the depths of my lonely soul, words struggle to get out
I just can’t resist them when they eagerly shout

But I want them to mean something, and I try to bend them into shape
Sometimes they fight back and gets out of order
Like now
So it’s time to give up
But it’s OK
I just wanted to give in and feel the pencil between my fingers for awhile