Black Dot

I am a black dot
So vague; out of place
Yet somehow spawned
in this sea of space
No words come out
from my lips so black
That is smeared in ink
of ideas I scrapped

I try to move forward
like a vector in flight
Each path leaves ink
on the isle so white
The sun has blinked
with my eyes so shallow
And casts what's behind,
an empty shadow

Wherever I go
seems to draw a line
From my very eyes
bears a fruitful sight
I dance while dressed
in freedom's suite
And gaze a drawing,
made from each foot

My mind's been lost
from the outside sea
And now I prance
with the morning breeze
The waves apart
on each path I linked
A grasp of whispers
from the winds in sync

I am a black dot
but now I'm on track
With the rails of each line
that is painted in black

(EDIT: I removed the first part of the Black Dot for storage space reasons, so sorry if anyone's confused with the title)