My documents on my computer are all blank
I save them with a title
Because at the time I had an idea
Something that could have been successful
But probably not
I write blank outlines on blank paper
Shake my head, copy and delete
I start to wonder if these blank pages
Are a metaphor for my blank life
Copy, delete
Always thinking, where’s the end in this?
Write myself in circles
Switching from past to present tense
Realizing that I have pushed my only talent away
Like everything else in life
Where’s the end in this?
I don’t know, so I’ll just copy and delete.