There are things <br />I will never understand. <br />The pain, the hate that <br />exists within my life. <br />There is nothing but time, <br />there is nothing real. <br /> <br />Truth is a concept, <br />no one ever sees. <br />No one ever feels it right, <br />and inside the truth <br />are only questions <br />of pain, of reality, <br />and a forgoing existence, <br />that has everyone living <br />outside the truth <br />and inside tradition, <br />opinion and thought. <br />With all being accepted now. <br /> <br />All truth changes in time… <br />“Do you remember yesterday? <br />Was last year the same? ” <br />In truth, death is reality. <br /> <br /> <br />Written November 22,1983<br /><br />Sandra Osborne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/truth/
