Dear blank slate,
I see you've been falling,
Why can't we escape this fate?
At night the children lie bawling,
and the adults are all broken.
I just want to know what's the point?
Did you really need that small token,
Another dime wasted for your joint?
You know I hate this game;
Low and high loom...
Too high to know your lone name.
This is all leading to uncertain doom…
How amazing that the end of your flight,
Came from something as pure as white.