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)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wordsy wright, you mistook disenchantment for truth. It happens.