life is a blank page

my friend Kaiser wrote this tweet thread I helped him workshop.

while helping him workshop it, I wrote a poetic version I liked:

I’m filled with trepidation at the blank page that is my life. I scribble furiously, filling it with instructions from others. Something feels amiss, I sniff. It’s not me! I erase everything and stare again at a blank page. Nothing has changed but everything has changed.

my favorite part is "Something feels amiss, I sniff. It's not me!" I like the rhythm of the line, and I like the slant rhyme between amiss and sniff.