Sorcerer's brew

Everyone wishing they had the next cool thing

When all I need is a pen and a page of my skin just put down for all to see

Ill create a world only some think in their mind with a song in the back playing so loud they cannot think of another thing

It doesn’t dance across the screen

Small or silver or big

It does not cost a penny out of the things who save for and put in a bank for the future never told just one idea

A magnificent mobile floating above my head spinning so fast I could not move

Imaginative concoctions brewed in the kitchen

Upon minds to explore their taste buds would take them on a journey of freedom and love all in once

They could not see real

Dripping ink from my feathered pen back in 1794 where things just began and it still is full in 2013

A story tellers illogical tales drape across my skin like tattoos each with some new tale to tell

Only if you knew how I bled with each done

I grinded my teeth in pain

It would be some sob story you could tell your friends

Thank your gods high up in heaven you do not know the sorcerer’s recipe for his brew