Independence
It's a sad day when you don't
know what lies to believe in,
it's a bad lay when the truth
is far from relieving,
So I long for my own facts to confess
Til I find my own truth and nothing less
to bathe in the nature of this lane,
to justice's action, in this bliss gain,
Independence,
freedom like I've never known,
to excel above the law as great gurus have shown.
There's more to truth than adding towards the sum
Now, I'm heading to the center of the pendulum.
Copyright © Richard Craig | Year Posted 2009
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