Fountain Pen

I remember where I left my quill
I forgot where i left my will
On the forgotten path I strode
Unwilling like someone wrote my code
Stain on my shirt words escape my lips
I feel the vast expanse as my existence is reduced to clips
Sordid voice over but not by Morgan Freeman
With somber music and melancholic shots
My head was clearer this time as my way lost me
I stood at the gate of gates where the shadows found me
Nothing untoward but strange peace
I sink into depths below my knees
I awaken to search again for my quill
It’s there right beside my will
A testament to guide against unruly departure
I check my whole body no wound, no fracture

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