pen with no ink holds no value

[lostNfound]

over time the strokes begin to lie
over time the strokes fade away and grow hard on the eye

this pen is no quill
there can be no refill

all that needs to be printed must be done before the ink runs dry
words and images carefully chosen to suit the lie

this pen has no meaning but only the ink that flows from its tip
thoughts form in the brain run straight to the lip

with pen in hand the holder is mute
the detour sign points to the limbs

back to the brain and down the arm straight into the hand
dexterity works wonders like boulders to sand

the eye that guides the hand
also handles the empty pen

the ink is running away
before we can make meaning of the day

discard the pen
and start afresh

with the beginning in lieu with the end
the way in between will flow on its own.