Black/Blank

Work like a master,

Not a slave.

A pound of success,

If you do crave.

Seven the colors

Present in the spectrum,

Color of the void,

The lever and the fulcrum.

Blank and black

The hues of the endless,

Yet one idles,

The other slogs relentless.

Blank the future

Of one who sleeps,

Lines of fate get

Cleaned in sweeps.

Fate like lustrous stars

Does shine,

Smudged with tar if

Hands are thine.

Black or Blank,

Always your call,

Rise beyond heavens,

Or take a fall.