It all had to start somewhere
If asked where… Sure I cant tell
Still I believe on an old tale
That my old papa mummerd
To my ear back in the days
Mama had to remind me
Of the ink that would make me.
I took it all for granted
Of course I didn’t know
The importance that bore with
It all, uttered words can come to pass
He always mumbled the words spiting
On the dry ground… as if to reunite
Soil and water to make a paste.
With many proverbs and signs
That took me ages to grasp
I barely gathered what the old man ment
Now I live by ink… by words
I scribble on paper and utter in paper
It’s all a vision he tried to show me
Too blind and dumb I was to realize.
Now ink brings everyone to one
Ink mends love… broken hearts
Tored souls brought to life
Ink builds smiles on sorrowful faces
Crowns and empires built on ink…
A dependent that rules it all.
A gift I will let to the world, Inking it all