An empty blackboard stands alone,
they erased who I was and gave me a new home.
Liquid paper where my life used to be,
how could they take that away from me?
Did they really believe I'd never question,
what they gave me as a definition
of the person I was supposed to become,
and never look back on where I came from?
Where does one really draw the line,
on how much past you can leave behind?
They expect of us what they themselves could not do.
Despite what they say, I am searching.
Wouldn't you?

© 1999