What should I write today,
on this blank and empty page?
A mind swamped with stories;
whatever should I say?
There are many possibilities,
thoughts forming out of bounds.
Crazed adventures and small tales,
by ink they can be found.
The words, they come slowly;
one line soon followed by two.
Uncertain thoughts stop and start,
but eventually they grew.
Then it formed upon the page,
the white space no longer blank.
I now have something I can tell;
to the reader, you have my thanks.
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