As Written Down On Paper

I’d speak the speech I’ve been dreaming of
But the words they don’t come through
Oh the nights of sorrows vanish
But the pen still doesn’t move
Oh have little faith in me
As small as the scientist came make it
And I’ll strip thee of thy pleasantries
And leave your soul, naked
As the pen starts to move in an elegant flow,
And the writing gets more intense,
Your mind starts to roam things it never had,
It fills with precision of topics dense,
Oh the way we once were
Before we knew what we know now
The way we grew with supreme innocence
We’re guilty of the things we know our conscience will not allow,
And the things that tear our bodies apart
We continue to let them win
We let our personal demons defeat us
And still let more come in
And the pen moves down the paper fast
To transcribe all the things we’ve learned
The pull and tug at your heart strings are violent
Your stomach starts to churn
And the way your hands begin to cramp
But your ideas come with ease
You fill paper after paper
Oh your soul starts to appease
The soul releases its complications
To a paper so unaware
With every unpleasant thing released
You lay there empty and bare.