Monday, February 28, 2011


I know the formula
I have a plan
Yet reasons pass me
As to who it was that said I can,

It’s all so simple, it really is,
When permission’s granted
Deviate and disagree if so you must,
Someone, sometime you’ll have to trust,

Truth must be told to tell your tale
But told too often it shall grow stale
With each word misplaced,
A distortion is embraced

Blind I was but now I can flee
That those lies told are seen catching
At first the convulsions made me laugh
But now I hide from its growing path

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