It has become contaminated
Trying to push back the dirt
I cleanse myself
Almost like an infant
On the day of its birth
Not a spec of dust
Or pollution
Clean
Pure
No past
Just dirt awaiting to latch on
I re-awaken
Only to find pollution
And I weep silently
Like a baby
I long to find my way again
To be in the place
To be pure
To be timeless
Without a spec of dust
Without the dirt
Thrust upon me by time
There I remain
For you
To come back