Anonymous
a blank white page is not much more than a fresh pallate
or sketchpad, or canvas to paint with
still landscapes of lush words
lost horizons hold secret humilities
tall green trees tell terrible tales
lost in blue sky, lost in blue sea
but in the radiant red, in sea of...well...
in this lonely sea of the dead
i take my spot on my throne as king
because here i run and ruin everything
on this backdrop of my life
on this backdrop i am king
king nothing