A pen is such an ordinary thing.
Take it for granted?
We all readily do.
We don't realize it.
No matter where you go,
No matter what you do,
A pen will always be a part of you.
So why try to deny it?
A pen can be everything.
It can be your back door, your escape.
It can change you and your beliefs.
It can work so firmly in you,
you can't breathe.
It can cage you.
It can free you.
It can give wings.
A pen can be anything.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good. Nice thoughts