Why do some
Hide their intent
Squirrel it away
Like buried nuts
Don’t they understand
That they buried
Others alongside them
Why do some
Hide their intent
Squirrel it away
Like buried nuts
Don’t they understand
That they buried
Others alongside them
Why oh why
Be someone else
Just be you
The you you
Said you were
When you said
You were you
But now that
You isn’t you
There’s this new
You the true
And real you
You now say
But that you
The before you
The trusted you
Is now the
What you that
You said was
You that’s not
Go to hell
Both of you
There is only one
Thing in the world
Which can never be
Submerged or buried forever
It’s called the truth
It’s either offered freely
Or answered when asked
Or ferments and rots
When attempting to hide
Appearing like a rash
Or like erupting boils
Sometimes like tree stumps
Or potholes which halt
Even the deepest hope
The thing about truth
Is that it is
Like water sent to
Cleanse erode or crack
The best built walls
I have no regrets
Because there are no
Mistakes everything has its
Purpose whether good or
Bad everything only ever
Does one simple thing
Getting you from here
To there and absolutely
Everywhere else in between
Some people want to
Keep you back there
Back there where the
Back is gone the
Only ones that can
See the back are
Those behind you and
Never those in front