
UNTITLED
Let us talk about truth? Cough splutter choke.
The norm is far from the place to start
From simple minds come simple lines
But inside my mind, a coup
The pen is my sword
But even then, I’m confined to reality.
Sighing to start the day,
Running down that non-existent hill
with hopes to feel the fake morning chill. Running down that non-existent hill
Aiming to forget all that can be seen…