Untainted

Crisp and clean, untainted and white,
Is the paper on which I write.
A slip of hand, a splashing of ink,
The whiteness ruined before I can blink.
A spattering of dots of blue,
The current words seem untrue.
Why make a fuss, why buck and bleat,
About paper, a single sheet?
To me, this sheet represents the world,
Edges torn and frayed and corners curled.
Minds that are born but so pure and white,
Are written into later in life.
Imprinted on by other's ideas,
Darkness spreading like black ink and fears.
When paper's finished, it's thrown away,
Ideas erased, but the ink will stay.
Ink represents the dark side of life,
Staining the paper, spoiling the white.