Out Of Ink Not Out Of Words

I can talk till I am blue in the face

I have a mind that wants to race

I say slow down today is just one day of many

How do you know ?

All the days we have lived so far there has always been a tomorrow

But your not sure it will continue?

Nothing in life is permanent

Then this could be the last line we write together ?

Yes you might be right

Then hit print and save it for a memory that will last

I would but I am out of ink and it would do no good

You mean out of all the things you buy ever day you let your ink slip away

You bought that box of next to worthless football cards at a thrift shop you thought they were so valuable

They use to be so much fun and some players are worth money

But I am your thoughts here and now I am worth plenty

Your wife told you not to and you practically begged

I heard you say what a great opportunity

You even promised to get rid of five boxes of your favorite stuff

If you do not make all your money back and one dollar more

To make it worth all your time and energy

You spent thirty five dollars total and add a dollar for all your trouble

You have three days to make it happen then out goes five boxes of your junk

Your wife knows you always want something else and then when you get it you put it away in a box

It sits there and you seem happy until the day you give it away

Now you would of had enough money to buy an ink cartridge they are priced at thirty five dollars too

You made a choice but was it the right one ?

Now you talked to friends and they left you scratching your head

Sell them on e-bay or craigs list they tell you as a desperate hope

You have no time

You have over stepped your boundaries and put your stuff where your mouth is

The whole sports cards and collectors market has changed so much

Everything that had lots of value have dropped in price

Now you can get great deals everywhere

The market has millions of cards just like yours

What you thought was a treasure is common as a nail to a carpenter

I am not sure you bought wisely

You jumped the gun once again

Now you say you love what you write and it means so much

Then why wouldn't ink be on the top of your list

I know you can hit save but it is not the same

You put this story in cyber world and it drifts off to know where land

If you make a copy then you don't have to worry if your computer crashes

It is a simple story of a man with a dream

That can write poems and stories and pages of writings that describe his life

What is really important and what isn't

How you make the bad good and still trying to make it better

Know matter what you do and how far you sink you are never done

In the morning you start and at night you continue

You write as if words are going to disappear and this is the last chance you have to make your voice clear

So if I was you I would call your few friends and see if they want to buy your priceless cards

Or get ready to say bye bye to five boxes of your old things

You got yourself into another fine mess

This one is a little harder to break free

My guess is you plead INSANITY !!!