Tabula rasa

My life is a tabula rasa
I yearn to be written into existence
Scribble all your ambitions
Your most grandiose and ill-informed

Stretch me to the breaking point
With all your unrealistic goals
My soul is for yours to mold
I am but Play-Doh in your hands

My eyes are yours, my ears are yours
Fill them up with your endless needs
Let me take them at your discretion
I’ll follow every truth and contradiction

I am nothing, my life is yours
You are the maker, I am your tool

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