Friday, February 12, 2010

Pencil To The Page


Pencil To The Page

Pencil to the page.
The words refuse to come.
Unnatural for me,
Casual for some.

Stare out above the trees.
Look deep into the sky.
So much time, so many years.
Still I wonder why.

I’ve wondered and wondered,
Until my mind won’t work anymore.
Am I wondering of the yesterdays,
Or the yesterdays before?

Am I frustrated with the morrow.
The light that it might bring?
Even if I had a voice,
I’m not sure that I would sing.

Pencil to the page.
The words refuse to come.
Unnatural for me,
Casual for some.

d
02-12-2010


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