Decision

What is the truth?

Does it fall in a clarity view

If so do I recognize what I realize?

So often I mistake what it is I make

Of a young soul hoping to satisfy what is old

In it postulating a decree remarking on its part

Of resources so wandering is the eye

In looking yonder in wonder

Experimenting with what offers a smile

Or a lightness of heart.

I am honest.


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