"My Friend Named Pen"

dont you hate it when
you pick up the wrong colored pen
everything you drew
everything you once knew
turns blue
the doodles you had were few
tragic story, its oh so true
in a blink of an eye
the pen to your paper becomes a lie
next thing you know, youre shouting "WHY, WHY, WHY!?!"
your fist shaking in the air
thinking how this is so very unfair
as if someone really does care
and as you begin to wrinkle your face
you realize you must solve the mystery behind this case
you must think im crazy by now
but i must figure out how
the wrong pen ended up in my hand
i must be in some reversed kind of land
yes, where red is black and black is red
oh jeez theres something going wrong in my head
maybe its time for me to go to bed
but how can i? when now my ink has turned to lead
oh how all this i dread
it must be that time of day
where my pen is circling the incorrect way
all the colors are beginning to turn grey
and i must say
again this story is tragic
everything is changing like magic
you would think i might be feeling nostalgic
but i just dont know
my friend is the pen
the color my foe
i must say im feeling rather low
i find myself continuously saying woah
i wish it would show
but my pen has deceived me
only i can see
the colors changing constantly
if only my pen were free
to do as it please
now i feel this should be kept low key
remember this is just between you and me
but i feel my pen has a mind of its own
now i really must go
though i really should come to a conclusion
maybe this has all been an illusion
oh my mind is full of confusion
i guess ive come to an end
ive lost a very close friend
his name is pen
and this battle he will win
because i am lost without my friend named pen.

now that my friends, is what i call deep.
haha