The Mighty Ink

I am the ink on a white sheet of paper

I can extend my tentacles like a creeper

I add value to the realm of nothing

I am the reason why the paper becomes something

I am preserved in the refill of a pen

I secretly meditate on the refill's den

When I get a push from the human fingers

I unleash my hidden power on papers

A pen is like a human body with no soul

I am the soul that helps the pen achieve it's goal

When I drain all my energy and embrace emptiness

The pen is rendered useless

I transform into a meaningful words

If used consciously, I can make people philosophical birds

Or else they join foolish herds

I paint news on a paper on cue from the human mind

I am the messenger of the powerful words that blow your mind

I add meaning to this meaningless world

If you attract me, your life will turn gold

All hail the mighty ink!

I churn out words that you can drink.