Tell me of the need to pen
when every little line that is birthed is killed prematurely;
this jam in my head!
many ideas yet none to grow into a life ...
many echoes yet none of them own a voice.
I pen and tear out
type off the keys and yet click delete
the dilemma, the pen owner goes through
the stare of the computer to words un-birthed ..
How do you write in the presence of no expression much less impression?
how does the heart desire to pen yet the mind feels arrested to the cages of a jammed up brain
How do I pen? How do I start to write and serve?
the pen is my redemption, the pen is my saviour
Yet for days on..nothing is redeemed in me.
So I just sat there and wrote ...
about how hard it was to pen ...
Maybe, and just maybe I would find an answer in the very pain that aches deep with in my head
how do I explode these ideas without failing my very self?
how do I make sense of the thing before me without letting any letter miss the very essence of their birth ...
how do I just wake up and write?
when every little line that is birthed is killed prematurely;
this jam in my head!
many ideas yet none to grow into a life ...
many echoes yet none of them own a voice.
I pen and tear out
type off the keys and yet click delete
the dilemma, the pen owner goes through
the stare of the computer to words un-birthed ..
How do you write in the presence of no expression much less impression?
how does the heart desire to pen yet the mind feels arrested to the cages of a jammed up brain
How do I pen? How do I start to write and serve?
the pen is my redemption, the pen is my saviour
Yet for days on..nothing is redeemed in me.
So I just sat there and wrote ...
about how hard it was to pen ...
Maybe, and just maybe I would find an answer in the very pain that aches deep with in my head
how do I explode these ideas without failing my very self?
how do I make sense of the thing before me without letting any letter miss the very essence of their birth ...
how do I just wake up and write?
