My pen hits the pad, I’ve never felt so alive,
I’m the one who writes, but it’s my pen that really drives
I’m not in control, I’m just going along with the ride,
It’s like I’m on a rollercoaster without having to wait in line
Sometimes i’m frightened on where my pen would lead,
Sometimes i wanna turn, but my pen won’t hear my plea
Sometimes i feel my pen leads me to wrong direction,
But then at other times, I feel my pen is my only protection
Sometimes my pen is taking me to places my eye will never see,
I’m trapped in his chains, and my pen won’t let me free
At times I want to take my pen and I want to break it,
But then my pen corrects me, '’Heezy you’re mistaken’'
It’s a love/hate relationship, between my pen and i
Some days I want to marry it, next day I wished it died,
I wished I never met my pen and i never chose to write,
Is my pen a curse? or a blessing in disguise.
©heezyvoice
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