You think the blank landscape would fill in.
A mind can draw
A blank slate can be drawn on.
But the vastness closes,
The tiniest space is left.
That is where I stand.
And I can’t see past the fake;
The bloodshot eyes
From times too late
If I didn’t know better,
Id be dead.
If I never learned,
Id be alive.
But here I am
Enveloped in between.