and if there was that metaphysical being out there
sitting still, so quietly
knowing one movement could make a difference
it stared down to the blank piece of paper
knowing all that could be made better
the dust collects on our shelves
but this room is made of nothing
somewhere out there, i don't know
there's a star exploding,
a metaphysical complex,
perpetually starting from the beginning
sits on a wall, just turning