Truth

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