Words


A blank page is said to define nothing
It is often said to be the mind of emptiness
The soul of a closed mind
The voice of a speechless being

Though if looked at from a different perspective
It is seen as a door onto which you are opened to fresh opportunities
A self-created path on which one can express an unknown destiny
Or simply the possibility upon which a new idea is formed

All wonders of the world were once nothing
As a blank paper is now
So why does such emptiness become such frustration,
Especially to those straining to fill it with such beauty?

Perhaps it is because we fear what is new
We take caution as we begin onto a new chapter
We allow our paranoia towards judgement
Overcome the best of our talented minds

Like a blank sheet
We as people are willingly undefined to the eyes of others
Purposely empty in order to receive a chance of expression
Waiting for the moment that words may finally describe us

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