• Ess Are Ess El Why?

    Let's assume life is a page.
    A page blank on one side and riddled with script on the other.
    If you were to write the page, you'd fulfill your needs,
    but what would you put in it?
    Keep in mind there's only a short space for your idea.

    So if you have any qualms with writing
    what should be there for you
    The page is so inviting
    There's nothing to worry about.

    The haphazard scrawls on the opposite side
    Give off an air of knowledge
    Like everything you'll ever need will be there for you.
    But, while you turn the page, to look at the other
    You can't see what you're writing.
    Quite the puzzle to solve.

    What is the answer to this problem?
    It's really pretty simple.
    Write blind, write hard
    And continue until you run out
    The lines are blurred
    And the pencil's worn down.