Ink flows across the paper
Blotting out the world around
I fall in to a dream like state
Upon hearing the sound
A world is at my fingertips
I am the God to my own creation
Whatever I draw, whatever I dream
Becomes a part of my new nation
This is the world in which I live
Breathing life onto paper
Each drop of ink, each pencil scratch
Ignites my imagination like a match
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