Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god


Why would you attempt that?
To erase the evidence of
That part of your life,
Did it serve its purpose?

We are helpless people,
We know naught of
The errors we commit.
Thus, we live to err.

Would we ever learn any lessons
At all if it was all perfect?

I just was wondering if erasing
All that once was served
Its purpose. Is everything perfect now?

December 28, 2005

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