Fill the blank pages, erase the emptiness.
Bring thought from electric signal into
Glorious existence via art or poetry.
To realize the same atoms composing stardust once,
Align and cooperate to create portrait or prose,
Is to be awestruck and awesome all at once.
Awestruck at the abstract thought,
And awesome for realizing it in the first place.
Look to those same stars and see
They are governed by the forces of nature:
Gravity, electromagnetism, fission and fusion.
It’s as if all they’ve done and all they will
Is predestined, for they are bound by these laws.
Agreed, they are magnificence epitomized
And make us feel utterly insignificant.
But they envy us, for we can do, while they can’t.
We can will our atoms to affect a cause,
This alone is motive enough for existence.
(If ever you should question its value)
So create what your mind thinks up,
For it is the highest form of life’s intelligence.
Erase the emptiness.
Erase the emptiness.
We'll just keep writing 'til there's nothing left to write.
We'll just keep waiting 'til they read all our works left to right.