Truth de-constructed.

Truth de-constructed.

There is so little truth.

What is agreed today

Will be challenged

Tomorrow.

Honesty is measured

In small cups,

Meaning, a buried treasure,

A seam to be mined

By eager prospectors

In search of gold.

The occasional nugget

A find

To make the sifting

Worthwhile.

Nothing is a given,

When pain

Is recast as glory.

And survival,

Peddled as victory

For the spirit,

Over adversity.

The winner

May write the story

But tomorrow

Is another day

And knowledge gained,

Will be lost

Between lines

Designed to lead

To nothing but conclusions.

When all that has been

Constructed,

Is an opportunity

To learn

How to swim,

In an ocean

Of possibility.