The Blank Page
On this blank page where I
Type down an empty life,
Thoughts juggle, in and out,
To and fro, again and
Again, trying to look
For ways to muse, but it
Will be better when there’s
A paradigm, but there’s
None to be found. Perhaps,
I just can’t figure it.
Ahh, it will be best that
...I don’t find it at all.
Or maybe, this blank page
Is too kind, to me, ‘cos...
Who surely knows what evil I’ll unwittingly expose?
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2007
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