Wouldn't it be nice to have some transparency. A clear perception of What's inside.Was a little more than she wanted to see. What you thought was truth must have been a lie.
Walked out on the back porch. Picked up my six string. Got my pick and started to play.She lit a torch went down to the river.Got sticks on fire, lit up bright as day.
No fancy questions without answers. Wandering in the evening sun. No diamonds to enhance her. With one last breath then gone.Lost and lonly child cry no more. Stand in understanding all you need is to open the door.
Ends becoming new. only to hear what's true. Perceptions of time.Lost in the rhyme. Deceptions, lies and Decete. Sins again to repeat.And in the end, What is true? What can we do? All found in the perception. Another deception.
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