Absolute Truth

Here I’m sitting with my many identities ------Contemplating a mixture of Philosophy ------Psycology, Literacy ------------------And the Romantics... Though of course not Reality ------Because I’m not sure what side of a mirror ------------I can find my sanity on. Odd isn’t it, though ------How we never know what we’re loosing ------When we win; ------------Or where butterflies hide from the rain ------------------So fragile, but then I ------------------------Prefer rain myself. There’s bullets imbedded in the side of my house ------And barbs in my heart, to hurt at each movement --------Oh these words, can I forget what I hardly remember? ------------And I scream deep inside ------------------NEVER AGAIN -------------------NOT ANY MORE Silence, ------Like invisible scars ------And unknown disabilities ---------------And a plea for help that I don’t want to need -------------------Stregnth... ---Don’t listen to the silence that louder sounds conceal... I have seen a wild storm bathed in silver light ----Upon the winds that carry dreams beyond our shaking reach ---------And I find this pain more beautiful ---------Than any cloudless sky forced on me ------------Simply because gray says what blue can not. Then when truth conceals lies ----Which should I despise? ---------Some questions may only --------------Be answered by time. So I breath...