‘They’ say the Way to Everlife
Is paved with words we write in strife.
Then, how can my obsession be
The pencil that erases me?

‘They’ say the remedy to gloom
Is having one’s own writing room.
Then, how can this prescription be
The pencil that erases me?

‘They’ say that Doubt is but a voice,
Which can be silenced by our Choice.
Are ‘They’ who sharpen for a fee
The pencil that erases me?

Are You who pays these artful ‘They’?
Are You who bricks and walls my Way?
Then, lend me for Your final glee
The pencil that erases me.