It always starts as a blank page, but where does it go from there? |
Blank open unchanged unswayed silent unmoving ever the same a new soul a fresh start a beautiful white sheet of snow waiting for me to place myself upon it and change the world with a pen in hand and a bowl of dreams and experience sitting next to me I form the letters that make the words that place the sentences into the hands of the desperate children that need to know that they're not alone into the hearts of those who cannot see the hope that sits in front of their faces and as these people begin to see the truth that rests in ideas that seem imaginery but are as real as the sun as realistic as the goals created in a class where to not reach them was to fail these people begin to see other things whimsical things that change the lives of others giving hope to the hopeless help to the helpless and these words that have been started by me and the light of the truth behind the words spread stretch and iluminate the world and this new world now brightened by the truth lives on in the hearts of the innocent and in the vain wishes of those who have seen too much sadness too much death and pain to continue to believe that good still exists in this world of anger and hate but these words that I write spread these vain ideas to the skeptics hardened by earlier hurt and they begin to beieve in things like true love happiness, and hope again and these renewed skeptics sit down with a pen in their hands and spread the magic that is words to the rest of the world |