The truth is not what we think
Always lying, never sleeps
What we are taught
Is not always right
The truth is not what we think
Running faster
Is what we must do
To get to the place
That holds what is true
Running faster
Barely breathing
I’m losing my breath
Running the staircase
To what is true
Barely breathing
Finally there, almost dead
To the old tree
Is what my grandfather said
The truth lies at its roots
Finally there, almost dead
Falling to the ground
Searching for answers
I did not know this would cause death
Lying on the ground, still no knowledge
Falling to the ground
1 comment:
chris, this is a REALLY good poem. i am dead serious. i've never thought of anyone at swim practice as being good at school. but that was REALLY good. :] awww...i'm proud of you. :]
<3 charr
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