White Paper

Blank pages lay before me

The pearly white background

With its blue bars to hold down the white

There’s even a red line

It runs the other way

It thinks its self special

It’s strict

It tell the pen its limits

It’s a warning

Maybe this page is more than we think

A pen touching the paper

See the spaces giggle

They’re tickled by my words

And grateful for the attention

But the blue bars carry the heavy burden

They hold the weight of the words

They must remain stable

They are my guide

And if the burden is too much

I’ll turn to a new side