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Blank pages

Why do blank pages haunt me?

They are the high and the low of my day

How can a simple thing control?

How can I be sitting here

Staring at the nothing of dead trees


But this thing, starts when you do

An idea

Something so simple, so complected


After the idea

That’s when thinngs get started

You can see it in your head

The colours, the feeling, the thought


Then is rushes out

So fast without flood gates it flows

Your idea, is now much more

Now it is a creation

Your idea is tangible



But your river has dried

The well has nothing left

Look on the good side

Your page is no longer blank