to nothing
a blank slate
a plane of infinite potential and a tiling of an infinite-order
there was no place, nor time, nor understanding just a choice
one for which I had no agency
one from which I can never return, for what would I return to?
you could choose
you did choose
and yet, I am to blame
yes it must be my fault, my burden
mine alone
i did not ask for anything
i did not ask for this
i did not
now I am
and yet that too goes unheard
almost as though I am nothing
a voice muted to both you and the world
now a slate with many marks
the choices now are mine to make
but I cannot
i am trapped in your world
by your choice
by your agency
by your voice
i am trapped in your life
all I want is to live mine
so I may choose before I return
to nothing