Tabula Rasa

A mind born, clear, clean, free without restriction, obligation, responsibility. A mind nourished, taught what it will surely be, taught of my environments, my person, my personalities and is molded, a duplicate of me. Along life’s way. a happening, a melding comes knocking at the door of the mind that is clear, clean, free, no restrictions, obligation, responsibility, that is a duplicate of me. It is here a loss is reached, as my pure nourishment is breached, with what was lurking not far away. Some will express a merging is for the better, I have doubts, as weakened I will be. I have doubts, as I will be less than I am, merged with environments, person, personalities mine will be contaminated, my creation, no longer pure. Along the way from birth to hence no more, I, gone to rest and the mind that was clear, free, with no restriction or obligation or responsibility. What was born of me has taken a new... As I, born clean...as I, born free, I had no obligation or responsibility. weakened… strengthened... I wait the merging Copyright 2011 by Genebrother