I find the blankness of canvas comforting
It let’s me see there’s nothing but possibilities
On an open road with open space
And nothing confining
There’s room for one more story
There’s room for one more thing
What do we use to fill that space?
Do we comfort ourselves?
Do we take comfort to know the space is open?
How do we find that place so we don’t roam?
That place we find in the security of our time
As time ticks on closer to the end
I find these new possibilities and openness neverending