History seems so very clear
until the loser rises up to taunt.
The storyline once sublime,
is now comprised of twists that shock.
What was sure, overlooked some facts,
which when considered truly,
change the story!
The responsibility lies, with me who hears-
Will I treasure truth-
or take a pill that calms me?
Truth is hard, it can stick in your craw!
It’s quirky points can be quite raw!
Truth it’s said,
can seem like fiction,
nothing’s more strange,
than fact’s rendition!
Curiosity calls – “live less knowing”,
‘cause what I know may yet be punted.
It’s through permission, I release a shift.
Perspective comes, a different flowing
– I see my tale -now I’m the hunted.
Tension lives ‘cause I can’t see beyond.
Yet live I must, though now more humble.
So I will change and shift my ground,
the truth lies out there – to be found.
Confidence grows when I am sure,
that things exist to search and find.
My role’s not been to control the stars,
I live to dance as truth kills lies.
When I am still and dare to see,
I’ll find my morrow kissing sweetly,
as truth has ripened and now I’m free.
Author – Bill Tidsbury