The Pen that writes doesn't know,
The ink sometimes flows,
though it ebbs most of the time,
It acquires patterns and textures;
It smears stains on endless parchments;
Some plain, some colorful;
The ink glows and fades according to the paper roll;
It acquires colors as it rolls;
The ink will keep flowing...
Till it becomes colorless to everyone....
But the flow never stops..
The ink never fades….
Who put the ink in the pen?
Alas I may never know.
