I am running out of ink
My thoughts keep shuffling
Looking for a pen to make history
I don’t have much of a declarative mind
So I certainly need a pen
To put my scattered thoughts together
Every thought inscribed and shared
Is an opportunity to spread
Fundamental experiences
The gold the silver the diamonds
The paintings and antiques
Mean nothing to me if it’s just the rich ones
That can get their hands into it
Dear brain of mine
Please save these thoughts of mine
Invest my thinking for future use
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