An empty book,

A blank page,

A full pen.

A world of opportunity,

Limited only by your

Imagination.

A full page,

Filled with words,

Impossible to stop.

Flip the page,

The pen flies,

Line by line.

What will it hold?

A poem, music, notes,

A short story, or even a novel?

No more to write,

Imagination empty,

Look out the window, all full again.

My ink is gone,

My brain is full,

I’ll use my pencil.

Flip the page,

Fill it up,

Flip again.

Flip, fill,

Flip, fill,

Flip, fill,

All out of pages,

No more to write,

I love my notebook.