I
am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm
just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned
Staring
at the blank page before you
Open
up the dirty window
Let
the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
The song can be about how life isn't planned and you fill in the blanks of the future. Yet I relate to the lyrics as a writer and how my writing starts out as that blank page. I have no ending in mind and I'm waiting for the words to put down.
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
Each word seems further away whenever I start to write, but only I can
write my own story and characters by entangling myself in it order to complete
the novel.
At the same time I believe the lyrics extend to any type of creative
thoughts; whether they are words, pictures, or drawings.
Look below at the blank pages and post on how you would fill the them.
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