Canvas

I believe this space must be appreciated Blank, white, plain to see Why are we so quick to cover up That which is boundlessly free Look at this space between the frame Question, wonder, and consider Here is a blank field, free for the taking With potential untapped, as it were But perhaps something sad should be noted This canvas gets only one experience Endless possibilities, limited to one Only one potential can be in existence But if we refuse and never color in the white Then the canvas can continue to dream But never live any true reality Purity is a dilemma it does seem Do we remove its potential and give it a path Or do we keep the possibilities open and allow it to imagine How do we choose such a powerful choice Both options seem like a terrible sin So make your choice (I steadfastly refuse) This space is like a child who does need grow So consider your own past and wonder which is worth it Because perhaps to choose we should be a little more slow