Don Savant
07-29-2004, 02:45 PM
My Pen
I've retired my pen
Again and again
And again I succumb
For it must be the love of
That object that rests
Between my index, my middle
And my thumb
Oh how I long to be
Great at this but
The weight of this
Gets so heavy
I go numb
And as I regain all confidence
And rise to the top again
I feel like I'm the one again
And then I'm stumped
Writer's block takes control of me
Won't give up it's hold on me
I have thoughts that won't flow from me
And I can't go on
And then
My block is defeated
And and
My pen
It gets heated
And
I'm back on my feet again
And
My words are recieved again
And I feel I can't stop
Oh and then I let go again
I'm back to mellow again
My passion's love mode again
And then I reload again
And relenquish my soul again
As I clutch my pen
I've retired my pen
Again and again
And again I succumb
For it must be the love of
That object that rests
Between my index, my middle
And my thumb
Oh how I long to be
Great at this but
The weight of this
Gets so heavy
I go numb
And as I regain all confidence
And rise to the top again
I feel like I'm the one again
And then I'm stumped
Writer's block takes control of me
Won't give up it's hold on me
I have thoughts that won't flow from me
And I can't go on
And then
My block is defeated
And and
My pen
It gets heated
And
I'm back on my feet again
And
My words are recieved again
And I feel I can't stop
Oh and then I let go again
I'm back to mellow again
My passion's love mode again
And then I reload again
And relenquish my soul again
As I clutch my pen
