I wish I had a black pen
Instead of blue
Black ink is just more satisfying
Against the parchment of a white page
My cramped hand scribbles journal entries
In the back of a plane
Trying to remember to write every day
In hopes that words will crack
The defiance of a restless mind
So hard to rewind
To write, to write
What flows, one never knows
The subjects we thought we had left behind
I stare out the window at the limitless sky
Remembering I am just a speck
In a universe so unfathomably wide
So I write, I write
To crack the code of my misunderstood soul
To feel the depths of a world so full
And yet not whole
For it seeps tears of need in hopes
That words may be sown
Oh how black ink would be better
Fill those notes
The song of words
No one ever wrote
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