Heres something from my free time


The Truth

There's this thing
Something always there
Hindering you like a broken wing
Making life hard to bare

Its always present
No matter how hard we try
Always leaving an indent
On those that lie

No way around this
Eventually it comes out
Proving wrong our bliss
Showing what your really about

Bound by its constantness
We bow to its power
Joyed by its ability to impress
Shining tall like a tower

This mystical object
That we all come to see
Sooner or latter
Is what is to be

The Truth...