Sure it is.

Both contain a certain odor

Like the smell of the pages of a new book

No wonder I found it familiar

It draws you in like a hook

Completely overwhelming you

Pages white as snow

As i skim through

I receive a blinding glow 

Oh the possibilities of creating something new 

Be it a sketch book or within an empty box 

The ideas that can come to life within both can never make me blue

…okay I lied, that's not always true

When receiving a new sketchbook, just like a box

Both are empty like a church on a weekday

Pages filled with marks

I try to draw my ideas near the bay

You asked me what was in there?

A mess of botched up ideas

Like opening a gift wrapped box 

Expecting to enjoy what’s inside

you tear up and cringe

“I can’t believe I tried”

Do you get how a sketch book is like a box?

The excitement of the endless possibilities is only temporary

Once you grab a pen intended to be put on paper

artist’s block will leave you stationary

Staring into the empty box