To have the ability to wield a pen,
Is the ability to create a world.
Paper is merely a blank dimension,
You decide how to mold it.
Indefinite boundaries await my pen,
For absolutely anything is possible.
To think my hand can create a story, or character,
Shocks me, and pushes me to create more.
As I grasp the pen, anything awaits,
New ideas burst into life.
Using my words to create,
I only hope others can appreciate my creation.
Is the ability to create a world.
Paper is merely a blank dimension,
You decide how to mold it.
Indefinite boundaries await my pen,
For absolutely anything is possible.
To think my hand can create a story, or character,
Shocks me, and pushes me to create more.
As I grasp the pen, anything awaits,
New ideas burst into life.
Using my words to create,
I only hope others can appreciate my creation.


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