and the ink won't form words
So I just stare at my pen
There are occasional spasms
but the ink just doesn't look right
So I just stare at my pen
If these thoughts won't collect in ink
I'll just stare at my pen
If the ink doesn't shape them right
I'll just stare at my pen
As my mind is draining down some sink
I just stare at my pen
As my soul lacks either light or might
I just stare at my pen
Because my eyes can't see it in themselves
when it's not reflecting
and my ears cannot hear themselves
while my silenced voice isn't echoing
I'll stare and stare
as if to instigate my own will to dare
I'll just stare at my pen
and stare until the next time when...
the words show me something
more than a load of more nothing
and turn this phallic-like-scepter
into a magical-wand or an enchanted receptor
but for as long as it takes, and until then
I'll stare and stare
and stare at my pen
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