The Truth

you're digging for the truth
and using both of your hands
it's a losing cause
against the shifting sands

like a dyin man's thirst
as you race against the clock
tryin to figure it out
and why the thoughts don't stop

you should have brought a shovel
and a hat for the desert heat
a thermos with some water
replacing sweat that you excrete

when did I have it last?
I thought I buried it there
no answer to your questions
as you labor with dispair

you reach into your pocket
for a kerchief to wipe the grime
and there you find the truth
in your back pocket this whole time

introspectionverse

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