My Sparks, Your Fire
I feel the sparks of potential
Igniting in my veins
It lights a fire beneath my fingers
And the words come in waves
Would could
What should
What I’ll just imagine will happen
Because this pen is a buffer for anxiety
For a lack of love and daily variety
I’ll set free the darkness until you can’t make out so much as a shadow
I’ll twist a concept or a story and the consequences to follow
And the fire of my soul will then become yours
To smother if you’d like
Or just to keep warm
While you dream of
What should
What could
What you’ll imagine will happen
And ignite frustration in need of an outlet
Because once it’s lit
Not a force on Earth could stop it