Truth
To be alive is not to live;
To think is not to act;
Yet you confuse the two of them,
And try to mix both white and black
It’s no surprise you are confused
By thinking you have naught to lose,
Yet always ending up with gray,
Not knowing how to live each day
But life has value in itself –
A truth no man can calculate;
It has to be both lived and breathed,
Not left to rest in hopeful dreams
Live not by truth and you ignore
The subtle knocking at your door
Which begs an answer deep within,
But still receives no welcome in
If from this dream you never wake,
The toll of life will calmly take
The many things you thought were true,
And bury them with you.
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