A blank page lies before me,
Ready for almost anything—
Maybe an epic poem or
Lyrics that cause a heart to sing;
Maybe an ugly doodle or
Tales of depression, tales of woe…
Maybe a list of groceries
Or errands to do before I go.
Maybe I’ll just do nothing,
Carelessly let it go unused
And, when I’m asked why I did it,
Use “I’m too tired” as my excuse.
No matter what the reason,
Pages like this are something vital;
Even if I don’t use it,
This page at least deserves a title.