Thursday, April 28, 2011

The Truth

It is right and good you know so well

And yet you are always slow to tell

He tells you you must, there is no choice

Still you can’t escape the echoing voice

The mind and the heart shall disagree

Lest you forget the truth will set you free

uelThe infinite depths of the bottomless pool

I close my eyes to drift on and out

But the eclectic colors endlessly sprout.

To fight or joyously ride the dream

Can’t turn back, too entangled in the scheme

To sleep as time and space softly fly

Or frolic through a different high.

The sun rises on the sleepless eyes

But it rises on a newly found why.

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