Blank page.
Empty stage.
It’s all the rage.
We all get a voice.
Whether you use it or not,
I guess that’s your choice.
It’s like it’s stuck inside your head,
On the brink of death,
Waiting to be fed.
But life goes on and on.
Just like that Avicii song.
If you don’t know what I’m saying,
Just give it time and keep on praying.
We all have something to say.
It’s up to you to decide whether or not you’ll keep it at bay.