Monday, January 25, 2016

“What’s Truth?”

The signs profess the Taurus will topple the eye of Horus
The powers that be ignore us while depleting forests
Moon explorers, cover ups and dinosaurs
What’s truth if the source is a money grubbing whore?
They bore us with news that’s rehearsed more than a chorus
Fight for the cause without disobeying too many laws
Don’t want to end up behind bars within a system that’s flawed
I applaud those that stand up for their beliefs whether Jehovah, Yahweh, Vishnu or Allah
If you could only see what I saw in my REM sleep, you’d think I’m odd
The test of time will reveal who’ll stand tall
My soul goes afloat, but always returns like handball
Can’t stall, quick draw, desires are too big to think small
Mind’s in a thousand places sometimes I wish I wouldn’t think at all

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