A Ballad 'Bout Me

One day breaking the bench pondered over the abilities I enjoyed Wrote rhymes for everyone but could i write for the one So took up the pen to get the job done thundered the clouds of confusion surrounded by the mists of uncertainty was i, stranded in the desert of anxiety closed my eyes to seek peace with almighty realised nothing was i Pride of priviledged vanished yes, it was me it was me it was me the one pen was down As the job was done!!