There once was a paper and pen.
Let’s start this from the beginning.
And not the end.
There once was a thought in my head.
Not fully formed.
Just an idea that bled.
It grew into this thing.
It had no real shape
Just twists and turns
Multiple rings.
It wanted to be free.
To be read
To seen
Then the paper met the pen
Like a rooster sees a hen
It struts and puff
Catching the eye
With crossing t’s and dotted I’s.
That how this all began.
With just one thought
There will never be.
An end.