I set out for truth
But found more comfort in lies.
I was always better at that.
Trained up right
By the belt
To fear honesty,
Always trying to buy some time
Before the beating.
I’m still breathing.
We’ve all moved on.
Still, I can’t shake the feeling…
Well, on the upside,
Something good
Came from this bad.
There’s as much beauty in pain
As there is in everything else.
It’s fair to call it what it is,
But not get caught up again.
Clouds form grand storms
And joyful pictures,
Never once wasting a tear
Over which one the day brings near
As the seasons fold golden,
Dissipate until they disappear.
