Scribbling the pointed tip of a feather
Across the fleeting pages
As if the hand was under someone else's tether
The ink turning to uncontrollable rages

As if the semblance was trapped in a clink
The great facade turned futile
And with that momentarily blink
The genuine thoughts unshackled through doodles

Unlocking the cages
Honest words overflow
Crowding the pages
Inked by the soul