I lost you
I mean I lost me
What I am trying to say
Is there are times
When I can barely speak
When the world is yelling
There are people demanding
My only respite
When Pens Speak
When Pens Speak
No thought is hidden
Emptying my mind
Every drop of ink sublime
Even when I artificial create beauty
And I am left typing
Every word holding onto me
Loosen me to be at peace
It’s like I lose track of time
Because there is something I cannot describe
But if you let me just try
I am holding this plastic cylinder
Just one thumb pressing down
And I am immediately transcended
And now I am trying to articulate words
Some that I barely know
But it helps with the flow
When Pens Speak
When Pens Speak
Its always an easy evening
Even if I am out of every bit of energy
The alarm doesn’t need to call upon me
It is that law of attraction that brings me in
I know my pen is not enough
I become a fiend for that energy
To hear those words that can only be spoken
Reading it would not do it justice
When Pens Speak
Sy Bryant 