TABULA RASA—A CLEAN SLATE
I am fighting an un-winnable fight
With un-conquerable dragons.
I am riding a train to—No End
In invisible wagons.
I am hoping for hopeless hopes,
Dreaming a “never-come-true” dream,
Re-building an un-rebuildable vision
With a foundation of “no self-esteem”.
How pathetic, how sad, how cruel!
Miserable my life, I’m a fool!
And I went to the top universities
Just to learn that I must – unschool.
Whatever I’ve learned, I must forget.
Whatever I believed, I must erase.
Whatever I knew, I must ignore.
My convictions must go to waste.
Tabula Rasa—Empty Slate once again.
Emptiness, silence, just a gleam of light,
Clear, white paper… as pure as a child,
Letting myself be, and letting God - write.
LILIANA KOHANN
©2004 Artpeace Publishing (2/28/04)
I am fighting an un-winnable fight
With un-conquerable dragons.
I am riding a train to—No End
In invisible wagons.
I am hoping for hopeless hopes,
Dreaming a “never-come-true” dream,
Re-building an un-rebuildable vision
With a foundation of “no self-esteem”.
How pathetic, how sad, how cruel!
Miserable my life, I’m a fool!
And I went to the top universities
Just to learn that I must – unschool.
Whatever I’ve learned, I must forget.
Whatever I believed, I must erase.
Whatever I knew, I must ignore.
My convictions must go to waste.
Tabula Rasa—Empty Slate once again.
Emptiness, silence, just a gleam of light,
Clear, white paper… as pure as a child,
Letting myself be, and letting God - write.
LILIANA KOHANN
©2004 Artpeace Publishing (2/28/04)
