Paper

A blank canvas.
A place where decisions can go many ways.
Infinite possibilities.
Powerful are the secrets held within this connection of pen and paper.
The lines never shift thought the eyes may be fooled to think so.
The lines on paper are as definite as the sun.
Unmoving like the truth.
So long as the sheet of paper is whole the truth is present,
Even if it looks to be hidden.
Torn and shredded, taped back together to mend the damage,
Paper loses its value,
Never again to be as strong as a fresh sheet of paper.