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Blank open
unchanged unswayed
silent unmoving
ever the same
a new soul
a fresh start
a beautiful white sheet of snow
waiting for me to place myself
upon it and change the world
with a pen in hand
and a bowl of dreams and experience
sitting next to me
I form the letters
that make the words
that place the sentences
into the hands of the desperate
children that need to know
that they're not alone
into the hearts of those
who cannot see the hope
that sits in front of their faces
and as these people begin
to see the truth that rests
in ideas that seem imaginery
but are as real as the sun
as realistic as the goals
created in a class
where to not reach them
was to fail
these people begin to see other things
whimsical things
that change the lives of others
giving hope to the hopeless
help to the helpless
and these words that have been
started by me
and the light of the truth behind the words
spread stretch and iluminate the world
and this new world now brightened by the truth
lives on in the hearts of the innocent
and in the vain wishes of those who have seen
too much sadness too much death and pain
to continue to believe that good still exists in this world of anger and hate
but these words that I write spread these vain ideas to the skeptics
hardened by earlier hurt
and they begin to beieve in things like
true love happiness, and hope again
and these renewed skeptics
sit down with a pen in their hands
and spread the magic that is words
to the rest of the world