Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Truth is relative, right? There is no concrete truth, because if there was, wouldn't we believe it and fight? If truth was rock, there would be no debates, disagreements, or public hate. The fact is, people dont see the truth that's right in front of their face. You tell her she's beautiful with every breath and in the mirror all she sees is the pretty girl on her left. I complain and stand in the rain in vain due to the coming train that takes me away to places less mundane. The grass is greener on the other side, but green can't be seen by the blind. You hide and reside in the proverbial night with no dawn or no light and no will to fight. So wake up and see me, your living tree, the branches of my love infinity. The truth is that your eyes are closed, your mind is shut, heart unexposed. The truth will show your every flaw as you attempt to claw a way out. The truth can't hide or be denied forever or stay inside, by its nature it is pure.