A Blank Canvas

A blank canvass stares me in the face
Beckoning me to bring it to life
To colour it with my words
To bring it out of its lonely strife.

For once my selfless friend
Is askin me for a favour you see
Yet, I feel I dont have a thing to share?
Is this how selfish I can be?

No - so here I am painting this canvas
Injecting into it the energy I have in me
By spreading words across its page
I feel liberated, I feel free.

Yet what does my painting say?
It's a picture of words but one with words so empty
That all I have expressed is a blank
Would you care to fill it in for me?