Write, scribble or sign

Blank paper stares me in the face

There is no saying what could be written or scribbled or signed

A whiteness that sits flat in front of my eyes

Mistiness settles as I stare into oblivion

This is a blankness that allows my mind to drift

All possibilities that could be written or scribbled or signed

Thoughts that sit inside my mind

Ready to journey to the pen in my hand, clear this blank paper of its whiteness

It will be white no more

I will have written or scribbled or signed

Thoughts perhaps best left unlabeled

Not worthy of a paper so white

The dilemma I face as my thoughts fall still

How could I write or scribble or sign?

Upon a blankness that stands contently pure

Thoughts perhaps not worthy of a paper so white