Sometimes I feel invisible yet I am standing in the middle of the crowd
I can speak but I don't have a voice
I can sleep but I don't have dreams
I can taste but everything tastes bland
I can see but only in black, white, and gray
But when I write, I write life
I write in colors
It shouts and can be heard a mile away
It speaks yet it has no mouth
It dreams of glamor and also wickedness
It is so great, music comes out of it
It can inspire and create envy in others.
