Penning Poem

Initiate the incidental message

Renounce your petty solace

Leave your eyes behind

And race in tune with your mind

Trust your marbles as guide

Your imaginations as guard

If you ever missed your path

Got lost in the forest of thoughts

Or got buried in the sand of words

Do not ever pause to fuss

Your insanity’d excavate you

And your sanity’d fix you

Your labours’ll refresh the lands

Earth’ll shake your aching hand