This Piece of Paper

This piece of paper,

So empty of words,

Is so blank and so clean,

Calling me towards it

To write what I mean.

I try to ignore it;

I have better to do.

But, the paper is calling.

I feel my hand twitch.

My homework is stalling.

So, I pull out a pencil,

And I start to write.

But, what was it for

If I have nothing to say,

And my paper is clean no more?