True Dat
Every day is different
no matter what I do.
A multitude of variables
keep me from the true.
A flat tire, a loose wire,
a new friend suddenly appears,
and a favored pen disappears,
an argument over nothing, and
the postman brings you something,
the lawn mower won't start, and,
your child reveals her heart.
Trivial to substantial,
a randomness in all.
What is the deeper
hidden truth that thwarts
the things I do.
To not accept this deeper truth
is my fatal flaw.
The stubborn battle to
impose my truth,
keeps me from the true.
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