An empty page, a piece of paper,
full of spaces, void of words
that well up from within my soul
that I would like to speak.

Can I find within my mind the words
to speak my will?
Or do the spaces of this page
say all that must be said?

I have no message, no words of wisdom
to aid in all life's paths;
all that I have, sole in possession,
is but an empty page

void of spaces, full of words.