Blank.
The paper before you begin writing your paper,
The slate you get when you are born;
What you will put your answer in on that “fill in the blank” quiz
Not only all that, but it’s the look you are giving me right now; the expression on your face as if I’m your mom giving you a lecture and you are finished listening, like you are barely there because your mind is elsewhere. Up in the clouds, you seem to be prancing about in internal glee.
Is that where you are? …in internal glee? Were you waiting for this to finally liberate yourself and bask in that contentment?
I’m sorry.
This is my fault…
…I know.
I was not reading the instructions correctly. The manual read, “Aim for what you want and shoot for it.” What followed it were blank pages. Little did I know, those blank pages would soon reflect you- with this blank look you wear right now, with that internal glee and warm fuzzy glow going where the mind went: elsewhere…
I did not think you were going to be the obstacle playing monkey in the middle only to find it accidentally hitting you And leaving you to be like that fresh packet of printer paper,
That form you receive before your mom signs it;
In that section of the test when you have to fill in the ______.