It creates an adventure,
Loose, but tighten,
Writes with passion, but emphazizes with fear,
Each color represents a story, a background,
It touches your hand, but also your soul,
Wants to move, but stuck by worry,
It dreams to inspire, but only inspires to dream,
The caps hold your heart, but you hold their minds,
Creates a plot, but destroys an ending
It’s ending is everlasting, but it’s hope isn’t
Wants to be called one thing, and one thing only,
Composure, utensil, ink,wordsmith, co-author, Pen.

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