Pen to paper
My old friend

Advances in script
Either show I’ve grown
Or merely become decrepit
Since I last drew
Upon this time honored medium.

A lazy penchant is this

My old habit to write
Selfishly just for me

Some scrawl indiscernible
To any ones eye but my own.

Some how I feel
In some place it stirs
Hoping for a visage P
raying for an avatar
Begging for a symbol.

Something that marks
An item to burn
To scar the earth

In its joyous existence
An acceptance.

For this it searches
Some legacy in the world
For that place
It doesn’t inhabit

Yes, it cohabitates
Truth will be known
To those with unclouded eyes.