My golden pen

I didn’t really think anybody would want to listen to what I have to say
I didn’t really think that it would matter much if I did it all my way

But when the sunlight came into my room
I would realize that not everything is doomed

The realisation is the hardest part
But at the same time you couldn’t get closer to your own heart

Going around in circles and all the time standing still
Knowing your place somewhere between good and evil

People stopping and looking towards whatever I am
Writing the words down with my golden pen