Empty Pages

Oh, to be these empty pages 
To stare back at these 
Hesitant faces 
What, if anything, would we say then 
To the silent poets of our generation 
Would we tell stories 
From the cave behind the waterfall 
Of how they never knew us 
At all 
Would we welcome glory 
No matter what the cost 
Even if they never knew us 
At all 
Would we fell forests 
In our quest to chronicle 
Everything 
Would we quell dissension 
In our perfect worlds 
Just to spell out 
Utopia 

Oh, to be these empty pages 
Where history is written every day 
To pare away our 
Million layers 
What, if anything, have we created 
For the inquisitive stares from 
Future generations 
Would we piece together 
Peace, from the atrocities we've committed 
Or would we accept defeat 
In the heat of the moment 
Admit we were hopelessly 
Lost all along 
Would we grease the wheels 
Of progression, from the moment of 
Inception 
Rest our claim to the throne 
On our daughters and sons 
And so free ourselves of condemnation 
For our greatest sins 

Oh, to be these empty pages 
Filled to empty 
With so much to say 
I would hide the words 
In fingertips 
Give my dying breath that 
The future would find 
A voice for it 
For the years have found me 
Muted, after screaming against the wind 
For ages 

Oh, to be these empty pages 
For them 
I have given 
Everything.