A blank page intimidates the weak, but not you or me,
They have it all wrong you see,
They’re so concerned, they think they need to write,
Don’t worry you and I can set them right,
We can’t write at all, our pens don’t actually use ink
We could just as well use sticks, “They’ve finely gone crazy!” They’d think,
Well, sure that part could still be true,
But
But it’d work because, as you know too,
We aren’t writing but discovering what words,
Were already written though maybe unheard,
We are not so lofty as to think we have some knowledge to preach,
We simply are taking notes in the class which life continues to teach