If people don’t like what my pen has to say,
then I suggest they look the other way.

God is the One,
who gave power to my pen
for everyday and every hour.

So whatever I write,
I don’t need anyone’s permission,
because I’m on God’s mission
and He has already paid my tuition.

As I look upon this blank page,
my pen is constantly struggling.

Desperately trying,
to break free from its cage.

That’s when I new,
I needed to break free
from my writers block.

To go back to my drawing board,
and come up with a new plot.

There are times
I wish I can just say,
Hocus Pocus
and automatically be refocused.