Truth Poem by Michael World

The truth it can be fatal,
But only if you've sinned.
Ask the upper class,
Who put lifetimes in a bin.

A memory full of magic,
Only burnt by words,
Of dreams.
A vale of bad education,
Like a computer screen.

A tepid flow of water,
To help to sooth your skin.
A different scents of feeling,
Your tortured from within.

The jigsaw puzzles screaming,
To be put back in,
While the clock is dreaming,
when does life begin.

Clashing combinations,
Of greens and pinks.
Thoughts of freedom fading,
Like a bucket of sweets.

Meet me at the station,
At the bottom of your mind.
We'll have a choice like pix n mix,
We'll untangle all the lies.

Sing a song of dedication,
Inspired by blue skies.
Think of truth and triumph,
When you look into my eyes.