Spare Pen

Here I was in the middle of my own drama constructed by this very ink

Til I was approached and asked if I had a spare pen

Spare?

I had only but this very one I was using to liberate my existence

Can I spare this pen?

The only thing that sets me free?

Should I give my brother this key so that he may too unshackle himself?

Perhaps I should have given this pen and the clothes off my back

For I know the sun shall set me free

Perhaps I may guide him in the right direction

For I know where I’ve had to search when wearing your shoes

I pointed my finger and searching he went

I had my time with the world

Words had it’s time with me

Guilt encompassed me as I twiddled my keys

I searched for him to give him my keys, had he not found a way to pick his own lock

Sat on a bench,

His chains where free