Truth, A Matter Of Being - Poem by Kevin Carney
I think there is something wrong with me.
Is it all too much to believe?
Will my luck hold up?
Somehow I don’t believe…
To be convinced it’s you I need…
What would it be if you were away from me?
I try to convince myself…
Maybe everything would be ok.
I have to, just to keep my sanity…
Look at the moon outside.
Bright and clear…
Where’s the face they always say is there?
Did they lie, just to tell a kid?
Remember when Mom told that…
The medicine wouldn’t taste bad?
Only to find out it really did…
Truth, is it a matter of being?
Lies are they just too convenient?
Am I living my own personal lie?
To hold on to you?
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