What more to write then?

How do I fill the blank pages!

That glare at me in expectation

Awaiting the ingenious thoughts I promised

Only to find that there is nothing new

Under the sun.

My thoughts are far spent

All your pennies could only scratch

the surface and not the deep

Yet the deep is what I wish to reflect

To lose myself in the sea of relevance.

But I find myself here again

Wondering if it has not all not been said

Before.

And I’ll come like a clanging bell

Negligible and obsolete.

So perhaps, I’ll leave the blank page

For those who’ll come after me.