Pencil

Drawing a line

steeply

powerlessly

crisply,

 

Pressing a dot

straightly

powerfully

pointedly,

 

An eraser helps you to clear off your past.

 

A new being

cannot stand

appropriately

over the scar of the past.

 

So

the eraser eradicates even the new being.

At last,

setting his blade of endurance

on the scar over a scar,

the final choice that the truth draws

reveals the darkness and lightness over the wholeness.

 

But

it is not perfectness.

 

Because

your reality

is not there.