So
I'm staring at a white wall
Not really
I'm typing
I stare at it when I look up
It's just a white wall
But it isn't too
It's not a white wall
It's got streaks of gray made by the tip of many pencils
Bored and taken away
A students pencil brushed against the white wall
So it's a white wall but not a white wall
It'll be painted over someday
The marks will be forgotten
But they won't go away
Call it a dumb comparison if you want
But I'd like to think that I can be the white wall
Though people write on it
And the lines never go away
The white wall can be painted over
The white wall can start again
