***This was written yesterday, with the intent to publish, but something came up and it was abandoned.***
There is truth in everything,
even in a lie.
The proof is in the things
we don’t pass blindly by.
The words do not suffice
to pave my way on through
to where you’re hiding out.
I still have faith in you.
Trying to divide
myself from my self
deception.
Trying to make
a way
out of my mind.
Apply
as required
over resistance.
Make
order in
a chaotic life.
So much for the structure,
gone in with the to and fro.
The subtle expressions
on your face
tell me it is so.
Let me pose a question;
do you think
that you think that way,
because of your experience,
or your DNA?
What is that curled up within you?
Waiting to come.
Patience is a virtue,
but time’s running on.
I think you think
you’re thinking,
all your thoughts
for the very
first
time.
But you’re not.
You’ve thought all of this before.
You’re an echo through time,
ringing in your mind.
You and I are just a part
of living intertwined
with the dying of our star,
it’s time you recognise
that you are who you are
for reasons lost to time,
you’re changing the whole world
every second of your life.
I think the hardest truth,
is that we
are our only hope.
-HG
