I\'m just a poet with a pen who wants to leave behind
so let\'s the reader in years to come and see what they can find
just a writer, just a poem, just some words that sleep deep inside
which, through some pattern unknown to me, finds a life outside
flying around inside my little brain are those lines cleverly written
relentlessly working their magic, don\'t be afraid to be bitten
from a mind which has taught thought to do it well and survive
coming to life, filled with the colors, turned animations wild
a story that wants to show us the mystery that it contains
every million thoughts ever made at least one stays behind
like Toto the dog, Dorothy, the tin man, a lion and a scarecrow
the Wizard that was fades away so make it a mark to grow
make way for the untold, like when I wanted to walk in Heaven
very touching, finding the fruits of life that I could never find
believing in writing and to think that they were there all the time
everlasting as life doodles by and another poem comes to mind
suggesting that in all of us there is something very different to say
thoughts changing and developing as I grow a little older every day
but still singing \'a fairy tale of New York\', how longs that been written
so a chapter that was last to be read from out of many a page with ink
and poetry is a mastery conclusion of thoughts that never blink.