Pencil

My owner takes care of me
She keeps me sharp,
And she makes sure I don’t make any mistakes,
But what she can’t do
Is lead me where to go,

My lead is the brain of me,
It tells me what to do,
And where to do it,
The end of me,
Is what helps me when I make a blunder or error,

I guide myself through and onto the page,
Searching for an idea,
Passing through every nook and cranny,
Until I find the perfect one,

In the corner,
Standing perfectly still as if it wasn’t even there,
Was a silhouette,
Of a yacht,
The powering white sail,
Covered the boat as if it wasn’t even there,
Its wooden brim,
Covered in sea urchins and weed,
I finally found my partner.