#255 Truth to be told

Truth to be told
There is nothing to behold

When the context is not right
Nothing fits or sounds tight

The pedigree decree
The identity overshadows the me

The I that holds
In essence multitude of folds

Shattered by a pre-conceived trajectory
To be false in its preset directory

Of lame preconceptions
Born out of nothing but inceptions

Of a mind validated by time
And in its pride a blasphemous rhyme

Glorifying what’s been said
By those long gone and dead

Trusted by the day of a century
To succumb to the night of a memory

Truth to be told
There is nothing to behold

But the wisdom in a moment
That defends itself in torment

From a weary blatant soul
Dying in silence without a goal

In mistrust singing with the chorus
Stabbing with derogatory purpose

Yet for once and for all
The truth that remains tall

Is that in every mystery
That defies the history

A blatant mockery unfold
To sin and dance until the truth takes hold.

Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~

P.S. This is what holding two truths looks like in practice. Read here!