My pen is running out of INK!
just like Patience runs out of time
just as summer goes into fall.
if I only knew what ran in your mind,
like what I write with the last visible strokes of ink on my paper,
just another simple contemplation of life.
yes, my pen keeps running out of INK
then I begin to realize...
its also time to begin a new book..
with a new pen,
a new story with a beginning and No end.
