Margins bring order and cleanliness
But I’d prefer to run insane, my life all a mess
The white space on the page brings focus to the text
The notes and scribbles scrawled filling space, erasing rest
Jambo moja’s the theme: only one thing
But I’ve misplaced the bold in all my running
When the page is all filled, eyes wander and are lost
And when time runs out, it’s always at a cost
That first draft’s a mess and needs some white out
I’m torn–what good thing must I cut out?
Filled space is worthless when nothing’s said
And so’s my effort if it leaves me dead
So on this page, I’ll make some space
And on this weekend, I’ll slow my pace.
Spend a day on the beach just watching waves
Thanking God for his precedent that rest is ok.
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