I’m the one with the pen – A poem conceiled by smoke

I’m the one with the pen
With the notebook, that’s me
I watch the people pretend
dive into a different reality

I’m the one with the pen
And I observe as the world turns
I see you once again
You’ve been playing, now your hands are burnt

I’m the one with the pen
Watch smoke rise into clear skies
You’re holding what looks like a pen
but one of a different kind

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