The Writer's Words I
Halt, for the writer is about to speak,
He is about to express his imagination at its highest peak,
Listen to the introduction as it blows your mind,
Filling every gap, leaving you gaping at the greatness of such creativity,
Words only abstract none physical,
Yet none of it is typical,
Everything so critical,
At the turns and junctions and have you seen the sequel?
To every word he speaks it's like something clicks,
Like he is shaping your mind to perceive things you haven't perceived,
Ideas never born just take form,
His words rule in abstract as they rule the lines that guide it from the start to another part.