Before I could see what was to come

 I see the pen  
a quill with ink so black 

I see the paper  
a white peace of paper 

I see the words come out 
black ink on white paper

I see my sweat poor out 
a heard days work I brake out a sweat 

I see the light 
the day has come before I knew what was to come

I see no end 
I see no beginning 
I see no road before me 
I see no returning 
I see no sight 
for I have gone blind before I could see what was to come