A Day In The Life Of Wize

I close my eyes and write it all down then open my eyes to see the last line then I go back to read it to myself one last time then I pick up my pen to do it all over again but different from when I first begin the first line to the end only to start from the top again like a thread that never end where would I be if had no pen if I run out of ink who can I go to who would have a pen to lend me the love of my life is somewhere wrapped in a cloud if she could I know she would be glad to drop one down to me