Nothing To Write

Step forth and become anew,
But it's too good to be true,
To sit in your comfort and stare with the view,
Because everything I said you already knew.

Moving toward our world the endless life came to an end,
To reason with an unfimilar mind it alters you with a friend,
Another message written in dismay but with nowhere to send,
Held at the touch of listless discoveries you kept the words so they wouldn't descend.

Reading lost words that expand to boundaries only known in your mind,
Words in-depth with language from a writer of another kind,
A formed habit of telling a story to be behind,
Explanations curved to the thought that may one day find a way to be combined.

If it doesn't work, erase it, and start over again,
Aboard the train of thought and stay in the right cabin,
Let the fresh memories evoke what lies within,
Now you shall be able to move your fingers with the pen.

Knowing exactly what to express but just to comprehend the words together,
Thinking proceeds into a story read by others,
Unfolding a world to get away from your world of bothers,
But the mind knows better and realizes that you wrote fictitious characters.


By Mavin