A blank page
A blank page lies in front of me,
lacking color, lacking meaning.
A baby is born from the mother,
knowing nothing about the future.
The future potential that we all hold,
comes from our awareness that will unfold.
This blank page now has words,
what you’re reading, you can observe.
The future has brought this for your review,
but is its meaning to me, the same as to you?
From where did it come…from where did it hide?
Can you tell me, from where did it arrive?
The future is never known, something we can’t see,
until our experiences becomes our realities.
What we see and what we hear,
what we feel and what we fear.
All put together makes our perception.
But what makes our interpretation?
Can it be that what we see,
is exactly the same for you and for me.
We will never know since we can’t all be,
exactly the same person, you, a baby, and me.
So I must conclude with some repose,
our explication of life, Only God Knows.