Plank Walker and Pen Talker

If only I could change the world with the words from my pen,

I could belong again in this decrepit society everyone is entangled in

From Many Different angles, perspectives, points of view,

My thoughs become my legacy with patience and virtue others observe to be true.

Constantly learning without rehearsing, accepting the risks without proper gauge,

For this is the principal behavior in defying the dripping sand in the time vase of age.



The if's and the onlies, so often transferably mis construed

Arent you missing the only answer the voice that is true inside of you.

Its your game, its your race, the clock always remains at one,

No need to delete, erase, edit or forget, the writing has begun.

So speak to an audience of cornfields, city lights and of paradise beaches,

It is your soul to be left behind, already gone, in residue it teaches.


The mind, the being, the god we search for distant approval from,

All knowing and Honest, forgotten except when will needs to be done,

Not to be wrinkled, or greyed, or defined by opinions of the behaved,

Never to be limited by the fear that cripples the souls of the enslved.

Just an option, a choice from here until the day of final rest,

To go down with the ship a lost pirate, or capture your presence, lifes treasure chest.