The teach said to write a list of the things you love
In his head he searchs
Starring hard and looking above
At the class end; the children file out and place their papers on the table
He sits at his desk, the last one left
"Are you not able to think of one thing you love?" The teacher asks
The boy looked up with sad eyes and said:
"Because of this worlds rage, my fears present this:
A blank page"