My Ride

My brain is the train that my pen likes to ride
I wonder where in my head that these words all hide
Words are not found on the surface they are buried treasure from deep inside
I just grease my thoughts and let my pen slide
My ideas put on skates and on paper made of ice my words glide
The things that I write are filled with dreams love and pride
When I read what I say I’ve laughed and I’ve cried
Let the voice in your head be your pen’s guide
Don’t say you can’t do something when you’ve never even tried
Lock up your mind and your hands will always be tied