Repetitive Life

A blackboard,

A simple expanse of nothing,

Just a piece of plain white chalk in my hand.

I stare into the black wall

And a blank expanse of nothing is here to occupy me.

One word, one thought

Leading to another,

A chain

Until my mind filters through my fingers

To this simple expanse of sympathy.

I stand back and see that after it all,

After all that I've written here

On this black expanse of nothing

The one word standing out,

Made up of all the rest

Is so simple.

It only spells LIFE.

I guess this is just my life

Told by an expanse of nothing,

When really it's everything.

An expanse of everything.