I dare you to be honest,
With nothing up your sleeves,
Like a tree blossoming in spring,
Baring all its leaves.
What is your truth?
Do you care about what people think?
Are you going to run away?
Like a squid expelling it\'s ink?
The truth is and isn\'t,
So you decide what it is,
Release your bow,
And try not to miss.
Trust can only be gained,
From all of this,
Expressing your truth,
Attaining a state of bliss.