Peturbed

Space perturbed, man lost his word
what occurred was defeat of the pen by the sword,
as self assured as I was, I was perturbed.
Space was inhibited, disturbed.

I found the experience absurd
and the others, found it awkward
it looked so hard to achieve
the same state of joy

Life's content
Through what's spent
Imaginable tangent
Our thoughts are lent

Inspired as I lose my efficacy
Nothing possesses me;
I am a free spirit
Alone in the land.
I've got my sword on hand
and with a swish of my wand

Cured.
You've endured for so long.
Censored
by some beat,
and a bomb,
and a billion galaxies
all in one room.

Now that sword
has grown to outweigh the pen's word.

Rest assured,
Space perturbed.