My pen is the extension of my conscience, br My thoughts, so dear to me, br Using words I don't understand br Oxford always near. br My thoughts of detachment, sometime hard, br never the less my faith to guard. br I watch my words as I write in haste, br Hopefully my thoughts are not in waste, br Allowing others to judge and read, br Not to take to seriously, br As my poems are an extension of my thoughts, br of me, my feelings, my desires. br My words now a role to play, as penned br For all to see, br For life never goes as planned. br Live it to the fullest, if you can.