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 hard 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