Toy Matinee - Blank Page

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Blank page numbly staring up at me
Daring me to try to be simple yet profound
Words alone for all that consciousness allows
Finally at a loss for how to say just what I found
I answered through an open door
Left by all who came before
With thoughts so rich, yet words so poor
For truths already spoken for
Reach within to find a misplaced bit of truth
In love or hate or age or youth
In what right’s piece of mind?
Close the book
Evasive truth still yet to find
A rhythm felt by twisted rhyme
When words get left behind
Well something snaps and then you learn
Chasing words is no concern
Then one by one they die in turn
With mild regret and hopeless yearn
Blank page numbly staring up at me
Escaping my apology
From a blank page left unsigned