The Story

Sitting down at a desk
with the pen of time—
the ink seeps onto the paper
and stays permanent in fabric.

Infancy: a preamble of fogginess
because so many window wipers
have wiped the slate anew
Starting to discover the nouns of
the new exciting world

Childhood: where the story is
a constant adventure and
you are one of a group of
monkeys causing mayhem and
discovering the verbs you own.

Adolescence: the dark plot-changer,
where those monkeys turn to savages
and fervor of reputation is
expelled into the air.
This ambient gas creates
an unidentifiable definition.

High School: where the flow of
the story starts to become dynamic
Adjectives of who we are and
what we are going to become
make the writing gain
complexity and depth.

The future: what will you
write with your pen?
Just remember that the
dark, regrettable ink can
be blue with achievement,
or red with fault.
For now I will write an ellipse…