Blank Paper Poem by Unintelligible Susurration

A blank paper
Lying before me
The horizontal blue lines
Flowing across the page.
They are begging to be
Touched with metallic lead.

Should I write of a princess
Who jumped off a tower
Or about the soothing sound
Of the stillness
In the night.

The lines are taunting,
Rows and rows of them
That could be filled
With majestic words
That will make them
Weep and chuckle
In delight.

I shall sit
In the shadows of the moon
And wait
For the sun to appear
To throw my worthless ideas
into the water.