Like a Pen

Sharpen my body like a pen Come on I need to show it Something too small for a lense If I rub it if I wipe it Guiding with one single hand Nothing's wrong you like the feeling I am all over the land Come on I need to show it Back on the mountain again I was standing watching seasons You're now my only friend I'm too heavy, I'm the burden Sitting and picking on myself It's a shiny, shiny morning And when the light finds my eye I'll be fleeting like a scent I hold my breath and then count to three On and on outworn Must be five hundred degrees Will it show, in my show