Control
People are taught how to do things,
How to walk and talk
When to start dating and not to stalk.
In a world like this
It is only fair to create a world with paper and pen
Where a book is more than lined paper
And the lines become a landscape.
The pen becomes a brush,
The ink becomes paint.
With every stroke of a letter
A person paints their own world.
As they develop as a person,
The writing develops with them.
Feelings from the heart transfered
Into words that hold more meaning to them
Than the entire world.
The words they leave behind
Are only tabs on the memories
Of broken hearts, happy days and endless nights.
The passionate feeling of writing
A peaceful release of emotion
Allowing a free-mind and speech
Where no one can tell what to do
Or how to write.