Pencil

Written 11/11/04

Yesterday I set my pencil runnin'
And it ran without the least reguard to me
It traveled high snd low, north and south, east and west
And some places were a pencil ought not be.
It started in my bedroom looking honest
And moseyed out along the busy street
Then somehow I was dragged along with it
Across the country to the open sea.
Before I knew it I was nearly drowning
And so I drew it back to my own home
That day I learned a valuable lesson:
One should not simply let a pencil roam.
So next time that I set my pencil runnin'
To see what new ideas it will show
I ought to have at least a vague idea
Of where I think my pencil ought to go.