The Truth Essay Research Paper HiI thinkI

The Truth Essay, Research Paper

Hi

I think

I say

I cry

For we can?t see

Or realize

Our fate

Not shown

yet casted in slate

The grown

Don?t even hesitate

to ignore

and wait to late

for

They see it as a chore

too broad a subject

to explore

too set

our ways

too closed our doors

to many days

have come and gone

not correcting what is wrong

yet still

life goes on

Why do we learn to share

as youths

The truth

we still don?t see

for you and me

forgot

it?s trapped inside our thoughts

not coming out

not free

to be

about

nothing i can say aloud

but

proud

i will write

no worry?s of a fight

not scared of the bite

Greed

to want

not to need

to bite the hand that feeds

i want more

demand

don?t pleed

cut down the tree

don?t plant the seed

how long until we see

me

i can?t be

the only one

there are tons

why don?t they talk

and walk the walk

our length of time

is unknown

before

the bomb

will be blown

and cast the shadow

on every home

then

no issues to discuss

no talk

no fuss

no trucks

no bus

no passion

no lust

no shine

just rust

just a faint gust of past

how the humans

did not last

Neverending

is time

like a crime

that plagues or mind

tick tock

we don?t stop

and think

to be

and feel the sea

and the grass

between

our toes

the fragrence

to our nose

why

when it?s time to die

we try and absorb

like we?ve never

been here before

time

keeps us sore

deep

into the core

more and more

it will sink

for

we will never link

the fact

that

time equals stress

the crest

of our attitudes

all longitudes

and latitudes

a

build up

of

filled up

emotion

it?s time

to meet the quotient

Still we sit

and wait to teach

to late

we can?t convense ourselves

just keep

stacking on the shelves

maybe

even

we try

but it is that

you have to pry

for these or

our lives

but

ignorence is bliss

or is it this

we will accept

as we have left

cancer

to grow

the hair to fro

the boat to row

the seas to flow

until they flood

upon our lands

passed our sands

into our hands

a burrdon

is

placed

tiss

we were graced

but thats erased

shot into space

a place

we don?t know

scared

we are of this

the great obiss

whats waiting

for us to miss

slowly

we are hesitating

this

to me

feels degrating

why sit

react

procrastation killed the cat

or something like that

we dream of what

we wish was fact

like a shell

not yet cracked

why

are we here

comes a tear to my eye

as if we

are just a lie

a small

small

peice of pie

not to tall

not to wide

but still

we are stuck inside

the crust is flustered

with the dust

from our minds

and time

and greed

and what we think

we do not see

and the way we

only focus

on whats presented

to our

imagination

we can?t wait

too long

lets make the wrong

become the wrongs

turn the wisper

into a song

for soon

we will be gone

until then

life goes on…

by, Matt McDaniel

1/10/2000