2006

In the purity of naïve sin do I accept all confessions,
And in the name of progress do I lay down my weapons.
In the name of clarity do I see truth in fictions,
And in the name of the perfection do I destroy my convictions.
With a voice do I end a book and begin a new.
And with a kiss do I seal the story with auburn hue.
In the name of independence do I doff my blankets,
And in the name of the future do I weave my own.
For it is all just a story in a memory,
Just a glimpse of the truth,
Just a figment, a romance,
Just words.