They handed me the answers to the test today,
and I learned that truth doesn’t rust.
It bends, but it does not break
not under its own weight,
under its own scrutiny.
Though it does set me adrift.
Without it, I’m unsure I can steer.
But maybe I can repair.
I can even rebel
not with lies,
but with answers that I wield cleanly.
I could mislead
with truth.
Or with the answers to this test.