Ink

Get this marker off my skin
'Cause I want something stronger
Works like a charm for doodles on my arm
But I want something longer

I endorse endorphins, maybe that is all
It takes for ink to be a thing for which I fall

Adrenaline, control, relief, addiction?
Permanence, expression, financial affliction?
The draw, worthy of awe, is quite intoxicating, calculating
Count your money, gather your ideas, and stop your waiting

Is it a simple joy, a toy, a thing that entertains?
Or does the instinct run like blood as far within as veins?

Might not be healthy coping, but it's certainly a mechanism
Does it come from cynicism, hedonism, mesmerism?

I want a thing - or two or three
That lasts as long as skin upon my bones
So what if all it is is a way to fight or stall against unknowns?

All I know is it's not something I want to debate
We're all walking works of art, but if I want to change a trait

If anything in this world is mine to do with as I please
My body's surely on that list so try to be at ease



Credits
Writer(s): Maya Bode
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