you are like a white crayon
valuable with superseding other colors
you show authority when no one else would

and for you, my white crayon
may i never stray away from objectives
and may you always be simply
a white crayon
useless in the eyes of some, but when used in a correct manner
you become infinite.

where are you
someone in the midst of oblivion
somewhere i can't see from
the beady perception
from my lucid judgement

where are you
"i wish you would appear"
beyond my pain
beyond my inclinations

i feel compelled to tell you
i'm doing just fine

the waves surround me
like you never did