I have been coerced...

What is this place that I am in,
A stark white sheet across my screen.
'Tis nothing more, this ivory dream,
Than idle hopes above the idle din.

This dream that others hope to share,
The source of whence their thoughts do come.
Though overwrought this seems to some,
From inner wells do thoughtful carings dare.

But who can tell? With what the force
And fire of will can do to please
The eyes and ears of one who sees,
Mayhaps these wand'ring thoughts will find the Source.



There. I hope you're all happy now.