I realize now,
the futility of
forgiveness
we all want a clean slate,
the washing away of our sins,
but in the end:
we are never clean
you can paint over it,
or wear costumes,
or even spend millions
on special procedures
but it’s all just mask
we live with what’ve done,
each day, we must face the
man we used to be, and the
implications that man has
on the one we are now
(and that’s all that matters)
you can mix in new colors,
but never get rid of the old
ones
that is futility of forgiveness:
we cannot wash away the sins,
cannot wipe the slate clean,
the only solitude is forgetting,
and that, in itself, is flawed
(for the moment comes
when all those memories
come flooding back in)
but we carry on
forgetting or forgiving ourselves
(whatever seems better to you)
and trying to make ourselves
presentable
even with the
knowledge of our past
and future mistakes
Apr 23, 2012
Apr 23, 2012 at 12:42 AM UTC
I realize now,
the futility of
forgiveness
we all want a clean slate,
the washing away of our sins,
but in the end:
we are never clean
you can paint over it,
or wear costumes,
or even spend millions
on special procedures
but it’s all just mask
we live with what’ve done,
each day, we must face the
man we used to be, and the
implications that man has
on the one we are now
(and that’s all that matters)
you can mix in new colors,
but never get rid of the old
ones
that is futility of forgiveness:
we cannot wash away the sins,
cannot wipe the slate clean,
the only solitude is forgetting,
and that, in itself, is flawed
(for the moment comes
when all those memories
come flooding back in)
but we carry on
forgetting or forgiving ourselves
(whatever seems better to you)
and trying to make ourselves
presentable
even with the
knowledge of our past
and future mistakes
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