Ink, pen, and paper,
My heart desires to be someone greater.
A world of words becoming better,
Who am I fooling? I am the writer.
Underneath my pen is the future I want to hold,
These unwritten rules are turning my hands cold.
My ink is not bleeding for gold,
Discontented, I want to be more bold.
For my heart that is in sync with my mind,
I shall write figurative letters unblind.
Imaginations of mine with no kind,
A nobel prize-winning novel is one I desire to find.