Truth (Revised)

My brain is a drain For knowledge, like rain, Which pours down the spout And tumbles right out. My mind is a sponge, encrusted with grunge. The leftover scum of a brainwash. When truth inundates, a bit penetrates And the sponge get's a little bit larger. As insight seeps in, I finally begin To fill with the wisdom of faith. My psyche is clear, no traces of fear, All the filth and pollution are gone. My soul is a bowl For love and it's full. It sloshes about And splashes right out.