It’s an alibi escaping death masking perception
unstable intentions are too insecure to mention
so the pen is my tool to vent with for forever
never gonna give up the art that tethers together
my cerebral artist and logic are unstoppable
like Jordan breaking away to an open goal
I dunk conception of life and it’s mysteries
masterfully mastering many monumental miseries
altruistic ambitions absorbing all ambit arteries
clotting pain in its path and conjoining dissonance
the tool seems silent but look through the messages
gifts given by the gifted gave me the subliminal
so I mold and control with meaning unbeknown
im the foam atop the oceans waves I stay exposed
prone to change outlooks like blind mens white poles
polar capsules, begin forming inside my mind
then the idea is broken into water over the time
the water allows the octopus to live and breathe
secreted ink goes from in him to the pen I need
proceed to grip and put to paper with pen strokes
change the world without ever having a word spoke
finish my formulated final and watch the pen smoke