A Feeling of Ink

A writers pen, in a darkened den Is the source of light, in the warriors fight The man on stage with his famous speech Written by a true hero, that twisted leech You say what we want you to say We're the ones who rule the day And we're the ones who truly inspire That slight pause that`s so admired Because it's all a game to us Seen as a challenge, but no big fuss It`s our own little strange addiction Written by reality, or written by fiction. JFK and Hitler both spoke our tune. We wrote the wars all too soon. But all too late, and not to be blamed. We gave them power, a nation tamed We're the ones making the new world order Through every month, through every quarter We write ideas and give, People lives to live We sell the fashion looks, and write our fantasy books We strive to create, that untouched state Your escape from reality Your escape from legality But it's all inside your head The addiction we fed We mask ourselves with leeches And hide from what the textbook teaches Because what's written true, can be made into a lie. Even the color, of your bright blue sky It's amazing how a bit of ink Can create the faintest link Who wrote the bible but a writer himself? That story on the olde' bookshelf So think of the writer the next speech you make. Think of all the time it would take. To inspire that feeling in the depths of your soul. That inspired feeling from a writer, you stole.