Getting myself

Something that never stops is emotion-flow,
Whether you're high in the air or way downright low,
But when am in need of a shoulder to lean on,
That partner to shout with me in times of joy,
To endure in my red letter days,
And those that leave me saying 'I'll do it again'
Then when am bitter at a failure,
Or full of praise 'coz I've gotten there,
There's this pen I pick up,
And my notebook still on my lap,
Then I pour out my heart to it,
No matter how murky it is they still with me,
They know no joy or pain,
And they don't care for a stake at what I gain,
All along they hold my emotions,
How they come in and how they go,
Whoever I feel they still with me all along,
Or I get this feeling am so depressed,
So to apply deep rest I grab 'em,
And as usual they impress,
At the end of the day I wonder what would have happened,
If I had no notebook and pen,
Because they are ever close to my emotions,
And how  I get 'em in flow,
Give me a pen and I tell you what I feel in a paper,
I know this way is how I get to myself