Oh blank canvas where have you been?
Were you bobbing for apples in the cellar again?
Rooting for chocolate and candy and stuff?
Didn’t you know that enough is enough?
[Scoff] simply there so that someone can see
Just how wonderful being can be.
Oh blank canvas how have you been?
How did the world look from your side of the lens?
Did the light arc and the poetry bend?
From nearby I salute you, oh blank canvas my dear.
I pray that my heart will find its way here.