World of Pens

Your mind is like a unsharpened pencil
No eraser; just left there purposeless
And as the others break you to pieces
You try your hardest to find a sharpener

Here you are, in a world of pens
The lonely pencil with no owner
It's not your fault you've been rendered useless
It's not your fault you're naught to the world

You don't know what your predestination is
You don't know if you even have one
You don't know if there's a reason to go on
You don't know if anyone even cares

You're just a pencil stuck in a world of pens
So alone, it all seems to be meaningless
Thinking about just ending it all
Thinking about dematerializing
That is, until you find your sharpener
And that, you will, my friend
Everyone has their sharpener
To sharpen you and give you a reason
To give you purpose and direction
To let you prevail in this world of pens

 

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i think its awesome. like your other stuff.

 

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That was interestingly.. awsome! I like your idea's wow.

 

very nice! creative

 

cool poem.
clever idea

 

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