everyday is monday morning

With what pen can I create contentment?
I am an unending scroll of parchment
Blank, without meaning.
I am waiting to become important
until I know the language
the letters and symbols of your world
I am nothing
Nothing but another surface
craving ownership of anything
I go unnoticed and unread.
Alone in a world of the written word
I am unwritten and empty.
In this emptiness
I walk for thousands of miles
around and around.
I leave no footprints
I make no sound
All over this blank canvas
I tear my life apart
and rearrange it again.
Demanding more
I learn from my wordless soul,
that being
has no definition.
I am free from the confines
of limiting words.
The language of Love
is learned when you forget
how to speak.
When you go blind,
You will see.
I may be wordless
But I am free.