The Pen

The pen is a magical tool indeed in life
Its strokes more dangerous then a knife
May be a shield but also a violent dagger
It can make one grow or slowly stagger

Yet why does one find liberation using it?
Feeling as if a violent fire is instantly lit.
Words out of no where start to come out.
As if emotions never had a way to sprout.

Is it love that one is truly trying to portray?
Is it anger that makes the pen run astray?
Maybe emotions are indeed hard to bare
Maybe at some point one stops to care

What happens when ink no longer flows?
What is the pen's secret? No one knows.
It is a feeling of true freedom when it slides.
Emotions just emerge when the hand glides.

Something about emotions and imagination.
They trap the soul in an insane deformation.
Hitting and rapping and tapping at the head.
Making one craze and burn and turn in bed.

Then the pen comes along to free the brain.
Suddenly, no emotions can drive one insane.
It is as if it has powers to reach deep inside.
Soothing all the pains which reality denied.