It's not like I don't have an aim
I'm just aimless
Like having money doesn't mean you wanna go places
It just takes you there
I've seen you rigorously promote yourself
doing justice to life and the meaning you chose to give to it
I choose not to, my ink is different
when it dries there will not be invisible messages
the space I occupied will be
just as blank as before I was born
for I've chosen to forgive all
And to do that
I've chosen to erase my memories
how can I have written anything at all on my slate
when by forgiving time erased itself?
you never hurt me
And I never lived.
