To Live A Life Acoustic

What if it could all be stripped away?
Every errant thought that ever betrayed my belief.
Every regret that ran through my dreams in the relentless dark.
All that would be left would be a bleached-bone skeleton, filled with the marrow of desire.

I would start anew.
The millennial phoenix.
The groundbreaking of a fresh me.
Unsoiled by expectation.
Unmade and unwashed.

But I could never be that.
I am needy and anxious, scaffolded with lies.
To erase who I am for a specious promise who I will be is a sin.
To sacrifice who I am is to burn an effigy to an eldritch god who is no longer there.

But still I sing a song of hope.
Because I know when the day comes, the day where I am fully who I want to be,
I will look behind me and hear the vague stirring of lyrics in my past.

So a lonely man strums on a well-used guitar on a mountaintop.
He forgets the people who left him.
He forgets the love he had.
He forgets.
He places his fingers in an untested position and strums a new chord.
The vibrations ring through the mountain range and fade into the mist, never to be heard again.