The greatest fiction
Is born in truth
But what is truth?
Silver bullets hit my skin
Like rain against the dust
I clench my teeth
My mind racing
In and out
I attempt to define it
But I cannot
I try to express it
But I cannot
I have to keep going
Why do I not understand this?
Maybe one day I will
I need to carry on
Taking every step in my stride
Until that day comes
This is where I start
But not where I finish
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Truth
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