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
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.