Why do you lie there like that, flat on our back? 

8 1/2 X 11 inches of lines and spaces 

Awaiting the touch of one with need to release

A blank space of opportunity to explore the deepest corners of the mind

How can you, you simple former tree, taunt me with your promises of freedom? 

Your promises of rest, with limits beyond any wild imagination

Limits only determined by the one who holds the key to unlock your portals of mystery

Here, in this space of blue and white, I write, create, and dream anything

No sky to limit, no peak to reach 

A true discovery of endless possibility

Worthy of the highest award for utility

Are you currency, or art? Held together or torn apart?

Delicate as fine China, porous as a sponge, The list could go on 

And on, you magnificent shape shifter

Forever. Discover. Change. Unite.