Loose Leaf Paper
A fresh leaf of paper, never used
Placed before voracious palms
The paper takes in each and every anxious qualm
He scribbles his notes between the lines
Hidden meaning behind mendacious eyes
Once he's done the life within the story becomes cold
He crumples up the paper; the words have become old
He's ready for a new tale, he rises to leave
I wasn't finished, but this story was never about me