Would You Rather Have A Fickle Fact?

Would you rather have a fickle fact,

And pickle it in time?

Or will you try another tact,

To brighten up your mind?

Seek the truth and you will find

The latest craze is just a phase,

The truth got left behind.

Stranded in the broken haze,

The smoke is on the trail –

The vapors are inhaled

The eyes are turning blind.

Yet the mirror in the sky

Will reflect the humble cry,

So let’s keep asking why.

Like dancing phantoms on the fly,

The lies get blown away.

Truth is water to the seed ~

It grows from what it means.

Or nothing looms above us,

And nothing lurks below –

We have nothing to hold onto,

And nowhere left to go…

Valerie Hayes

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