A Mornings Word Poem by wordsy wright
A Mornings Word
In the middle of the moment
I suddenly realized
that everything I thought I'd known
was just a pack of lies
That the truths once taught in earnest
often reflect the moments view
to leave a trail for those who follow
to call it again a new
And the paths though long lain hidden
reveal the past once more
to leave the mark upon ourselves
to search for ever more.
(11/11/07)
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4/25/2024 8:58:00 AM # 1.0.0.1119
wordsy wright, you mistook disenchantment for truth. It happens.