I'm here writing to you
from the blue lines of this page
let the white be my master
and a blank slate be my sage.
Give me the inspiration of a king
guiding not people, but a lonely pen
into the battle of this creation
where folie is my newest friend.

Lift the stones that block the way
on the corridors of my mind
so I no longer feel the effects
of the slowly passing time.
Draw a breath & ink the words
smoothly from left to write
cross out mistakes here & there
make sure everything's just right.

The imagination is a powder keg
that's waiting for ignition
spark the flint & let it light -
bringing the fire of ambition.
Life essence in its purest form
are rhymes written with love & fun
rhythms without giant egos
and verses free of tongue.