Walking down the road.
That no one knows.
Everyone see whats sown.
The needle in which they control.
My eyes sees the world with differnt sights.
Losing time in this unknown world I decided to know the truth.
The truth of how I was created to be someone.
If you grab me and spit on me then I know you are cruel.
Knowing that is really no way for us.
To be really that truth to know each other.
But They say we are wasting our time...
The truth is to be what we are I'll ask my mother.
How the truth set us free when we know we are about to die.
Knowing that is very late to be forgiven by them...
Once I open my eyes...
The world was filled with the fear of darkness and light.
I never knew if I was in such shocking fright.
Even in the day or night.
The truth will take days to become reveal...right?
YOU ARE READING
What's meant...to be known
PoesíaWhat the world has to say? Words have meaning, For you to really stay? While you are thinking. Nothing would change the words. Nor would change what you read, Words can get blurred. I got nothing to pled. Poetry from the heart, Mind and life. Words...
