The pen meets the paper The paper pulls away The thoughts flow from my mind Not one left to stray The pen captures their essence The paper decides to catch it In the end, all a lesson Let me mind sit Yet our minds are meant to flow With the ins and outs of life Teaching us to grow My journal’s spine broke Yet still holds the magic Of my words and thoughts To abandon it would be tragic So I let my pen slide across the paper And hold the ages together With my hand, the pen and