The Scribe
As I sit and write
I wonder whose eyes will gaze
Upon the words I scribe
It is what I do
Creating life on paper
The words flowing free
Characters breath life
New worlds come to fruition
Happenstance dances
Here I'm in control
I am a puppet master
The strings follow my lead
I am a mere scribe
Let your eyes follow my words
Escape to my mind
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it's all about perspective...
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Synopsis
A haiku about the control writers have over the worlds they create on paper.
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