My writing is so stylish
When I use my favourite pen…
Once it was so childish
But that was way back when.
I carve out letters quickly
As the words come flowing out…
The ink it dries so thickly
On the paper as I spout.
The writings of a dreamer
Who can spin a yarn or two…
My perfect pen’s a keeper
With ink that glows true blue.
Faith In The Ripple Effect 