shadow of my pen

Shadow of my pen
caught my tired eye
writing without reason,
it follows my desire.
Walk along beside me,
tip by tip we blend,
feeling all the rhythm,
flowing through my hand.
Every letter bouncing
with a bigger life than I,
as my pen it dances-
where I choose to fly.
Will I share my passion
to keep my dream alive
or will I let it slip?
without the will to try.
Stumbled down I have
lied there reaching out
for anything to help me
understand what life's about.
Now I see this purpose
its brought me to my knees
but this never ending circus
keeps me in displease.
Still I keep on writing
through my sense of doubt.
Just so I can show you
what I think life's about.