Scratches
The truth
doesn’t always set you free
That’s a
lie the devil whispers sitting in the tree
Important
is where you find yourself to be
So not
absolute to any degree
Yet
truth’s an absolute because it’s reason’s hornet
It’ll
sting if you try to be irrationally bent
For
dreams are always comfortable and far from reality
Follows
is disappointment, that contemptuous emotionality
Dichotomy
of a lie helping your reality
For
ignoring reality is rank stupidity
Emotions
are merely followers of your mind
You can’t
escape the consequences of ignoring reality’s bind
Do you
get this conundrum that defies the angels?
Makes
scouts’ honor into many angles
But we
have to deal with life, clambering among thorns
Navigate
with finesse so you’re not entangled in a mess
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