This is a blank slate
The blank slate of my mind
But as I begin to think
You might come to find
Flowers and fairies
That fly in the air
Or the wild screams of spirits
Or the banging of a snare
What about memories
Of good times and good friends?
That contradict the thoughts
Of the inevitable end?
I cherish those times
And keep them by when I'm sad
Along with thoughts of a true love
That I will never have
And those opportunities slip away from me
For I am lost in thought
I'm so busy in this blank slate
The other things become naught.
