Printer Paper

My mind is like a white piece of printer paper.

There's nothing

but,

a small black dot

almost center stage 

but,

not quite

So,

I go over the dot

making it bigger

but still,

it's not center 

And I continue

until,

just the corners are white.

My mind is like a white piece of printer paper.

Like the one I drew on

when I was young

They look the same 

with nothing,

but,

black streaks 

It's a maze

no,

it's a mess.

My mind is like a white piece of printer paper.

With creases so sharp

they could,

almost,

cut

Making it hard to

smooth them out

maybe,

they're too defined

Unlike the paper

in which

they reside,

for the paper,

is infinite.

My mind is like a white piece of printer paper. 

It can be torn 

or,

it can be crumpled

I can leave it white

or,

I can cover it in black

But,

even after it is

torn

crumpled

and colored 

It's still printer paper.