Why write for an educated man
Just to seem competent

Revised words only spark dishonesty

Is truth the
Forward straight? never.

Eyes give one point perspective,

Subjectivity is human nature

Deep nights fill shallow minds.

We live in a world of closed eyes
Where scars tell the tales we fear to whisper.
Plagued by empty words
We seek lonely bliss.
Sly judgement motivates no end of silent torment.

Open eyes let out a scream
Heard by those squinting through the miasma
A hand shake blessed with assurance.
To be is to love.
To love is to be there.

Deaf ears elude me as I lay upon my pillow
Metallic screams ringing through my thoughts

Salt reaches for my lip
Ambiguity consumes rationality

I sit. I lie. I wait
For any courage to face truth

What is. What could be. What will be.

What won't be