This has been rewritten,
And rewritten,
And rewritten.
So maybe this time I won't have to start with everything but end with nothing.

The page stays blank but explains everything,
Or the page is filled but doesn't explain enough.
I can't seem to find the in between of these two things.

My thoughts will consume me, and I'll find myself writing.
Or my thoughts will overpower me, and I'll end up trapped inside myself.
Though soon enough a piece of paper is wasted.

That never changes.
So as I write this I contemplate it.
Hopefully this one started out with nothing and ended with everything, but even then at least I can still write something.