Here I am,
faced with a blank page.
The spaces in between the lines could be filled with anything:
words of wisdom,
words of hate,
pictures conjured out of boredom;
a masterpiece wrecked by lines.
It could be professional,
the words could be zany,
or wildly inappropriate.
It is anyone's choice.
Yet here I am still,
with a page over half full,
breaking some sort of wall,
talking about pages and words.