Alec

Blank

is everyone's mind as they are born

Filled with a thousand Sounds, dights, and smells, before they get home

Open

are they to new ideas

As they grow, they choose sides

Where to sit, eat, agree, fight

Canvas

after canvas is sat in front of them

they fill each one with different shadows given off by

what they have been molded into

Range

is sought, range is found

writing is my

Open Range

where my ideas can roam, and I can cover every

Blank Canvas