Do you believe the sympathetic lies or trust the uncomfortable truth?
Both situations present themselves mirroring diverse reflections of life
Which mirror you turn to?
There isn’t a simple reply; the heart would know, the turmoil through convoluted times
Time behaves like a narrow labyrinth syphoning off the mind into a rushed decision
Secret affinities to the alluring lies against a brave decision to face the truth
There’s no use dragging life like a smudged graphite across coarse white spaces
Truth allows late metamorphosis, but always a gateway to eternal freedom