The Inquisitive Pen
not knowing the dance,
willing and wanting to prance
to leave behind something worth remembering
bleeding to know what it means to be real
A word, and another
no, please don't stutter
What do you mean "I,m afraid of the next step?"
I didn,t ask you to leap into space...
but then again...
that isn't such a bad Idea
what do I know of that?
and how do I get those well grounded
and make it seem intended...
On and on the ink dance flows
some times deft blows
sometimes excitement makes the dance a romp
not wanting it to stop
but when it does,
life's little perversity at play
knowing that the dance isn't done
hoping to pick it up another day
praying that the next dance will be as good
or better still
not looking forward to any possible review
of all the parts together
still the inky feet itch
and it my core
I feel the need to be true
to the drive that makes it all flow
The inky dance renew.