Tabula Rasa
Alone, she wanders in the trees
Breezes passing back and forth
Rustling leaves swirl into storms
And rain down on the forest in an endless effervescence
She lets the wind flit through her hair
The air blows through her breath like new intention
She's all too aware
Of how she cannot care about redemption
As she feels her soul collapse
Inside her empty frame
Knowing every truth
She wishes she could bear the pain
She falls down underneath the burden
Of the ash of hopes' remains
Everything spins, aching, burning
All the world seems so aflame
And she has called it all by its true name
She has brought it into being
She has known the truth inside each word she couldn't say
But all things seem the same
The way she cannot help but frame
This picture of perfection
With infinities of nothingness
Regressing 'round the edge of all of this
She wakes to find herself
Beyond the scene where she had wished to be
Partake of fate
No name defined her
And no sands of time could hold her back
She cannot bear to be
And so she sees herself
No hope, no fate
Outside
of everything
Copyright © Natsirt Nav Neram | Year Posted 2005
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