You ask, what would I put my finger on? Let me see.
Well I ponder this awhile as it's cupped around my tea.
I would place it on the hands of time, turn it back awhile,
and rest it on the brush that created the Mona Lisa smile.
I'd lay it on the creative lead of Edgar Allan Poe.
Certainly Einstein's head, oh, the wisdom I would know!
Then lay it on the map to which Chris Columbus sailed.
Oh yes, my teacher's hand before she marked me failed!
I'd point it at the evil, rest it in their maddened hand,
leading them away from corrupting a precious land.
To rest it on my mother's soul to feel her close to me.
I suppose I need to place it somewhere within reality.
I'll place it on the wheel of life to all that I hold dear,
in hopes to make their paths a little easier and clear.
But most of all I like to press it tight upon my pen,
to speak what's in my mind on paper now and then.
