In my hand, I hold my ever present pen,
I like to think it is my idea of zen.

I await for thoughts to come into my head,
my ink of choice is usually red.

I wait for my hand and mind to become warm,
I ready myself for the oncoming storm.

As I start to write on the blank white page,
my hand moves with a focussed rage.

I always put down what I think and feel,
sometimes it is imagined, other times real.

All different styles of writing I like to use,
sometimes it is like a well lit fuse.

All subjects, I wish explore,
I never try to close any door.

I like to think about death and life,
I balance on a double bladed knife.

When in this little world of my mine,
sometimes I even feel kind of fine.

My mind has nothing at all to fear,
not even if I were to shed a tear.

There is only one thing that I dread,
when the words in my head, fall away dead.

I see my entire world with open eyes,
when my pen stops, my world dies.

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