Oh if all the answers lied in the cap of this pen,
And it knew just what to write time and again,
Chaos of expression swept under the carpet,
A front of collectedness facing the world.

I'd write an apology that could slice through glass,
To get to have another take on an unmastered past,
It'd be all you need to hear before you close your eyes,
And the morning will bring a tomorrow of another kind,
Oh and I'd take this pen and stand where the currents oppose,
It would whisper to the wind, what to say, it'd know,
And all the anger would dissipate in well versed lines,
Every comma and every period holding it together like a spine,
Through the ink, I'll sail from my island of speechlessness,
"Rivers can fall from my mouth, tears my eyes can't suppress."
Then my mind can rest for a while, just a little while,
Clearing more room for newborn thoughts to pile.

But now it refuses to speak,
Letting my restless fingers twitch with tension,
My throat's overpopulated,
So I'm just a nameless passenger traveling to another dimension.