Blank page numbly staring up at me Daring me to try to be simple yet profound Words alone for all that consciousness allows Find I'm 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