The Blank Page

 Today, I sat to write my diary,

A large part of the page already filled,

But hardly any of it fulfilled.

 

Striking out the events that shoulda happened,

I began to write the events of the day,

Slowly, I realized it was a replica of yesterday.

 

Flipping through the pages of tomorrow,

I could not find an empty one,

Until I reached the very last one.

 

The last page of my diary was blank,

So blank, there wasn’t even a date,

Luckily for me, it wasn’t too late.

 

Tore and slipped the blank page in

For tomorrow, is a present best left unwrapped,

A new dawn awaits me, for I am no longer trapped.

 

Tear yourself a blank page too,

Surprise yourself as you fill it up,

Cause someday it’s gonna catch up.