This book with it’s empty white pages

Patiently awaits the strike of graphite

To become a place where thoughts are recorded

Of many varied subjects

The state of mind, emotional being

Whatever seems going on at the time

A choice of words. A simple thought

Portraying how the being feels

At a moment in time and space

Statements of intent and occasionally lament

This time is good

And needed by the soul

Time to think and gain control

Of paths chosen

On the road of life.

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