Oh, empty page, how alluring you are. Before we sully you with words, you could become anything! A huge best-seller or a gentle poem intended only for someone we love.
In that lovely space between our limitless thoughts and the pristine white page, there is so much possibility.
But sooner or later, we must begin. The keys must come down, and you are forced to be less than you were, limited by genre or imagination.
But there will always be another sheet of paper, empty, calling to our thoughts.