The Truth and What Matters
To say that it was my fault, That could be true. It could be, But I do not see failings in my deeds, But use errs as code for action. There was a world that I lived in, It was a beautiful place, there was you, But scientifically inexplicably happenings, Transported me from this Eden to a purgatory. I built my life around a series of truths, This helped me to weave the direction I took, And now it feels like I have taken the wrong path. I lie helpless and cut in the brambles of my poor choices. But today I dab over my cuts, massage the bruises, Start anew with a new path, i build. Over the old. Always going forward, never letting the broken hamper the innocent, This will keep us. This will save us! If you dare to join me.