Truth

Truth be told I miss you
The lies get old
And
the more wrinkle my soul becomes
Old and sick
Rigid and stiff
Nothing ever solid
And it seems like the ground im standing on is always shifting
Sifting itself
Until Truth is dug up
And dead next to it lies
Those who made it up
Either gone by time
Or brought back into that moment
Where the lie began
They ran and fanned
Themselves from freedom of work
Only to labor themselves more in the future
Borrowed time I call it
That has return with interest
Insistent on taking their time back
With health
The borrowed wealth
Now depleted
And it seems we never learn
And the sequence is repeated
The reason I sit here depressed
Is because the truth is repressed
And I’ve been convince to play the game
But the burden of my shame
Only increases my stress
The only way free is
The truth