Monday, November 23, 2015

A Paper And Pen

To which I pen upon the paper I write
For what I wish upon the stars tonight
For deliverance from a certain way of
Thought that becomes who I am there

I will ask that you’re listening to me now
And that all things happen for reasons
For it’s in the knowing  of what I know
That I have a way to go through seasons

To which is this that I scribe upon paper
Fore it’s a steady-fast destination to other
Places from which I was about to travel
For it’s a world I’ve seen that unravels

A world without me or you would be
A world to never be thinking about
What chaos might ensue if both we
Where never made into existence

I will do this screenplay, novel right
For it’s a tale of which is so dear to me
And I find that without shining lights
I would find myself in another place.