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.

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