There is something about a blank paper
That makes you slightly sad.
The exciting thought of potential.
The beauty it never had
The thoughts that race through your mind
That you wish to write.
But if you don't have a pencil
Dreams can never light
Then that paper will only ever be blank.
The cold lonely sheet of paper,
Which no pencil has kissed.
No hand has traced.
No pen has met,
Will never be what it should.
A story. A song. A picture there.
A Poem. A riddle. A letter of care.
Not a word, or letter there will be
Upon that piece of paper.
The empty tale upon this land
That is whispered to and from
That is you cannot read
You also cannot write.
If you cannot write
Then you won't give that paper
The opportunity
To live.

-3nwlry