She mocks me, this empty slate of white
Staring me down in utter defiance
A fiercely contested battle of wills
“But I’m the boss”, I scream
Power in my hands to create or destroy
Yet she stares in utter disregard
I whisper “I desire to take you places”
Mould you into a thing of beauty
Still she ignores me
Discarded in the fast growing pile
I pick another to try again
Maybe this time I’ll win