Truth and Lies

As I wander through the shadows dust,

I find it hard to see what’s here to trust.

Each lie that’s told to still deceive,

Is hidden quietly up the sleeve.

My lasting thoughts sway, as the mirrors crack,

Reflecting parts of the void and back,

My mind sees images in the glass,

Of natures humbled sprouting grass.

Surrounding me at ankle deep,

Growing tall where secrets keep.

I'll walk in shoes worn by another,

Giving a sense of being brothers.

And as the lessons learnt and shared,

Become the norm or so declared.

We walk in green so deep and thick,

Not cut nor flamed the candles wick.

It burns for us to see the fire,

So we may differentiate the liars.

For if a child is silenced young,

Not yet the age of wisdoms tongue.

Then cover for the one whom must

Speak words so soft and such.

Tossed against the side, the curb.

For men to take so undisturbed.

For like the trash, our souls will fetter.

In the growing grass, reaching better.

Please take this filth away from me,

Before my time of immortality.

So that I may float up clean and free.

To Heaven and the knowledge of the apple tree.

For in the garden we will sit,

And regain the virtue of all of it.

Our place with God, in his garden deep.

And throne that he alone does keep.

Man and women, back to dust.

As death will take what it always must.