Just one blank sheet of paper

And a new life could be born.

Just one blank sheet of paper

And fictional lives torn.

Translucent, vast, white,

Sharp edges and blue stripes.

Poetry could be given birth

Or an epic drama to change the Earth

Or maybe just filler to feed the net

But write it down fast without regret.

Cuz you never know

What could change lives.

You never know

Where potential resides.

That one blank sheet of paper

Could become a shining beacon.

That one blank sheet of paper

Could make foundations weaken.

What do you call this bright invention

That could change the world?

This under appreciated conception,

Where words carelessly are hurled.

Paper, paper, paper

Is that good enough to call her?

Im selling canned potential,

Five hundred sheets per dollar.