A friend to me,
With you, I create a universe once more,
With you, I create things that aren’t real,
I give life to words which can’t move,
And I create places where the laws of nature are disobeyed.
You pencil, do I have complete power over you,
Or do you fly out of my hand,
And write what you want?
A divine instrument,
You have the ability to jump out of my hand,
Creating worlds invisible to the human eye!