Pencil to the Paper

I put the pencil to the paper,
And watch the lines appear.
My minds thoughts surging,
From something close and near.
My pencil is my sword,
My paper the enemy.
I talk to the paper,
My only friend I see.
The best thing about the paper,
It doesn't talk back to me.
So I put the pencil to the paper,
And watch the lines appear.
My minds thoughts surging,
From something close and near.