I sharpen the pencil, and ideas come along.
I watch where I step, and I see the faces drifting by, humming or sighing.
I feel something soft and slippery, but I hold on to it.
I hear the buzzing right behind my ear, turn fast enough to see it what’s behind the buzz.
I look down and find my shoe stuck in the mud.
I walk along. Lifting my foot.
Walking out of the past, leaning towards tomorrow.
It's simple. Everything's only going to stay for a while. I know there’s an end.
Every time I sharpen my pencil, I tell myself that I am making a point.
The pencil’s pointed, sharp.
posted by J @ 11:42 am
Comments: 8
8 Comments:
i've got a pencil sharpner and some pencils too, just in case u run out of them anytime.. :D
point taken :)
So did ideas finally come along ?
Wow!!!!
Hey,
Thanks for dropping by. Have responded. Of course you are. See you there.
That was 'pointedly' written. Me too copywriter, but now in marcomm in IT. Will drop by more often here:)
What do you do when you run out of pencils?
Interesting 'point'.
;-)
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