Truth and Truths –

This can’t be it, this and that here
The ‘There’s’, all those, and all the ‘Now’s’
This forever, for that three score years and that added-on ten to it, the ‘Life’
Keep on in it, the ‘Own Self’ in it
What is that feeling?
No for an escape, easy way out days, and days of it
Drug-taker’s drugs and alcoholic’s alcohol is a time dead
Set down, an away from it, a gone from it
Give the choice needed for truths to be inside, into a given head for full
So it was blasted to me, got it
But, not a brought clear, a gives grey
So this can’t be it, choice for going to the truths indefinitely unclear
Leave it, and left ‘Truth’ undone for me.

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