Down once again to my last working pen
I scribble at the lines just to make them rhyme
A message in time stops me dead in my tracks
I twist it around just to get to the facts
Dear reader: you know what to do with this prose
Just chase it around till it fits in your mind
Settle on back and leave it to flow as
The page comes alive for your very own show
I will not pretend or lead you astray
The cliffs they loom high but the path is wide
We shouldn’t get lost but maybe we may
It’s just an excuse ‘cuz I wrote it that way
The legend is true so take it in stride
It’s time to let go of the things you can’t hide
Perhaps you can plant your very own seed
Or maybe you’ll find some time to unwind
The words found in here are not all that clear
But out on the page they ring and they rhyme
The tale that they tell cannot be described
It’s all in your head or perhaps it’s in mine
Time wants to drift and wither away
So I just have to say what needs to be said
The story is mine but yours for a day
You’ve read to the end in your own special way
*“Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.” Benjamin Franklin*