Blank as the sky
but the clouds design it
Blank like the ocean
but filled with a salty taste
How can I be so blank but filled with so much design
These hands hold so much
The fingers can grasp the objects to create
My eyes will record the day
My arms are to hold
Legs are to keep me standing
Mind is the folder of my thoughts
Blank as the sky
but with clouds to design it.
Am I really blank
or can I not see myself yet?
Blank like the ocean
but filled with a salty taste
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