People like the truth
Okay fine there’s no excuse
Okay fine you choose
Okay fine, I lose.
Just a small bruise
You’ll get over it.
Things eventually fall in line.
Don’t buy into these illusions,
Can’t be explained away.
Not in words any way…
and guess what? That’s really okay.
The proof is that it did happen
and just like that so rapid.
Judgement ceases to exist.
Contradictions create a mist.
That ultimately we must sit with.
Nothing to do.
…and that’s okay because even if it’s obscured from view.
In the shadows not yet admitted to.
Except by a rare few,
Beyond our facades, I propose something new,
The reality is that people like the truth.