He always has his sketchbook
No matter where he goes
The reason that he carries it
Is one only he knows
Perhaps it saved his life once
Perhaps it saved his mind
But we can only watch and guess
When truly we are blind
The lines and words and shades of gray
That cover up the page
Tell stories of his heart and soul
That hide inside a cage
The patterns that he's drawing
Tell stories of their own
But nobody will read them
Except for him alone
And if you catch him drawing
You're sure to leave him be
He concentrates, so hard at work
For he is just like me
A sketckbook or a notebook
Or a binder filled with scraps
This self-expressing world
Is a way out of life's traps
No matter where he goes
The reason that he carries it
Is one only he knows
Perhaps it saved his life once
Perhaps it saved his mind
But we can only watch and guess
When truly we are blind
The lines and words and shades of gray
That cover up the page
Tell stories of his heart and soul
That hide inside a cage
The patterns that he's drawing
Tell stories of their own
But nobody will read them
Except for him alone
And if you catch him drawing
You're sure to leave him be
He concentrates, so hard at work
For he is just like me
A sketckbook or a notebook
Or a binder filled with scraps
This self-expressing world
Is a way out of life's traps
So, I hope you guys like it. And don't steal it! mad I was too scared to post it in the arenas because I want to get a book of poetry published eventually. I'm not too worried, though. I trust you guys, even though I just joined this guild today 3nodding
