A child can do it… until she turns
three.
And that’s where the possibilities
stop.
Perhaps a partial exception for
the senile is in order.
They can’t be that rude, without
stumbling on a vicious truth.
As for you and me …hopeless.
Who will you hurt?
Will I be displaying intolerance?
It’s too dangerous!
If you believe you speak the
truth,
There’s a chance you will not
roast in hell,
Just simmer on a higher ledge,
Since it was not your intention to
mislead,… right.?
I think of truth as a star, a
million light years away.
It may exist, but I could only
confirm
The day and time I saw what might
have been.
Leaving both the star and
the truth untouchable.
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