A Blank Wall

Everyone sees me as a wall
One with graffiti and paint, scratched into, colored over
Bricks fallen out and new ones put in
Already done, a few spots here and there but mostly full
Still growing for more
but today still full
Full of color vibrant and dull
Full of experiences, achievements, failures
History that will never be lost
Stuck there forever
But that’s not me
I am a blank wall
No graffiti, no paint
Not scratched into or colored over
Not full of color and experiences, achievements, and failures
No history engraved into me
Just a blank wall
A new slate
Nothing crazy
Just a blank wall