Tabula Rasa It is the doom of all hurt feelings To be subsumed under the greater hurt That death will do us. All slights shall be instantly forgotten If they were not long before forgiven. Beyond Lethe, a meadow, Green and white, Like a chalkboard after all The lessons have been given. Summer and not a name Or figure written. Just dust That once was us.
Tabula Rasa
Tabula Rasa
Tabula Rasa
Tabula Rasa It is the doom of all hurt feelings To be subsumed under the greater hurt That death will do us. All slights shall be instantly forgotten If they were not long before forgiven. Beyond Lethe, a meadow, Green and white, Like a chalkboard after all The lessons have been given. Summer and not a name Or figure written. Just dust That once was us.