Papier Blank page An empty infinity Nothing is written here Not a line nor a dot Nothing. An eternity of possibilities. Pure beauty A whiteness so lovely It could almost be invinsible... Yet one touch of the pen One stroke of your wrist, And the paper Along with all its potential Comes crashing down. Once you make that mark It can never be erased. Sure, go ahead and cover it up Spread a little Tipp-Ex It'll never be the same, though. Only a bumpy, scaly streak Will come between you and your mistake. This can never be completely gone Don't try to run away From this paper And the scar you've left.