"Oh how the snow has blown"
I thought to myself.
It made me land somewhere I’ve never known.
I’m annoyed how paranoid I am because of this.
It’s beautiful here.
And I know I could stay.
But it’s better if I go away.
I fear that even though it may seem alright.
My thoughts will change by night
And then I will never find my way back.
I hear nice people talk.
But I continue to walk
Pay no attention.
Not to mention I have a look of disgust.
No one likes me here.
It’s pretty clear.
I don’t mind though,
I won’t stay here, I must go.
On the way I met someone much smarter than I.
Asked if the truth could be a lie.
I’m not a smart man.
Wise at times perhaps.
But I relapse into stupidity intermittently.
It certainly is a predicament.
I rarely follow my own advice.
It would be nice if I did.
But I’m just a little kid.
I can barely tie my shoes.
But anyway,
This is what I had to say:
The truth can be a lie.
It might not be meant that way.
But it’s sad to say and think like that
It might be truth that turns to lies in time.
Whether that is a lie
Remains in the eye of the beholder.
I said this with a smile.
We continued to talk a while.
I lost track of time.
And honestly that was fine.
It was too late to continue on.
The sun no longer shone.
But I realized.
Its when we don’t look,
Don’t care,
That we fare the best.
