Wednesday, December 15, 2004

IN SEARCH OF

I seek the truth within
with eyes shielded from naught...
not fear, not shame
nor the bright lights of fame
nor the intricacies webbed through human fallacies
both devious and tame
nor the comforts brought forth by a mockery of contentment
nor the illusions of emotional footholds
and strongholds clamped onto cardboard edifices

what pawn do I move and which way will it go
to pave the way for verdant truth
alas, turned gray?
a dalliance with the damned,
an apprenticeship with the maverick,
an apostleship with the righteous,
or my own puny two cents?

will these truths ever come to me?
will I catch up with them with a quick two-step?
and how much time have I possibly got
if, as in the song, it says

And you run, and you run
to catch up with the sun,
but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same
in a relative way,
but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.


...or has the truth been close at my heels all along?

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no big bucks,
no mansions,
no pillars of gold
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