Friday, May 27, 2022


I used to be able to see
Beyond the lie that we’re free
And now I can only perceive
That which I want to believe

In those days I could hear
The pulse of deceit without peer
Today I ostensibly strain
To be roused by a refrain

With nostrils clenched I’d smell
The stench that wouldn’t dispel
While seeking the mythic bouquet
Of truth, ever wafting away

Then BANG – we’re all forced to feel
Is any of this even real?
Despite my attempts to stay numb
I pray for redemption to come.

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