The white page stares You know you have something to say But what And how Remain

perplexing Every word means something To you To me To them It all matters There s a reason for each piece Each phrase Each word Each letter Ev rything Spelled any way Matters The question is Does it matter Because of how it s spelled Or because it is written It is required to have meant something Just like people; Do we matter for what we do? Or because we merely exist? We re remembered for what we do As what we didn t do fades out of existence