Blank Paper

I sit here wondering what to do while staring at a blank paper.
Starting to brain storm things, trying to plan my maneuver.//
Quickly scribbling down my thoughts, my pencil is my power.
Writer's block must be my kryptonite like cooks without flour.//
Empty space is now taking its stage claiming the entire page.
All of this failure is encasing my mind with frustration and rage.//
Now my mind is fully engaged with thoughts and new images.
So many new ways to express my ideals, I'm like the old sages.//
Actually better yet I'm more like a stylist creating a new trend.
Setting an example unlike any other I'm a realist that knows no end.//
This paper is filled with possibilities I can draw, fold, write, or whatever.
Turning a sheet left blank into art, masterpiece, or origami right here.//
Still a single paper, endless opportunity, is still left bare and I fear this.
I think its time to dress and clothe this naked page with my lyrics.//
Fill it with all of my insights and truths, i think this looks better.
To tell you the truth, I guess you can call me a laser printer.//
Because in goes the paper blank and empty, and out comes your answers.
Funny how i started with writer's block, but now I'm cramping in my fingers.//
Come to think of it a sheet of paper is like all of the Earth's inhabitants.
Simple and indecisive when born but dies as a wonderful present.//