futility.
or is it your ability?
I see nothing but your fragility
in this lonesome white space
spare me the time—
I have committed no crime
And you will find not penny nor dime
in this empty white space
me, I find little but happiness
despite its intricate flappiness
and rumored crappiness
in this proverbial white space
you say that your time flies
filled with passion, wisdom and lies
but yet you sit here, deep in disguise
in this loathsome white space
instead, I watch for the sky to turn blue
my eyes ablaze with hope so true
hope that just one day, you will see too
this wonderful—
wasted
—white space.
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