Time (Thought) Poem by Poet of the River
Time (Thought)
continually we speak in words we do not know.
dabble in deeds and situations we know nothing about.
Have thoughts and colors we choose not to show.
And scream within as we silently shout.
How can we live our lives in just and peace
When the folding and tearing patterns of truth begin to crease
And hide the answers to the lies we have built our truths upon?
Are we a people of just and truth abound?
Or a broken lie with a purpose never found?
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4/18/2024 8:25:58 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I like reading this, it’s very philosophical, and there are lines hear that really stand out folding and tearing patterns of truth begin to crease And hide the answers to the lies we have built our truths upon? that’s beautifully composed and the sentiments are prescient.