Truth

Truth.
Misery.
I cannot hear the difference between the sounds.

I cannot hear any sound at all.

There is a bumbling rumble over there,
And I think maybe it means well.

But to mean well and to be well,
Well,
Lets be honest.
There is no permanent truth in honesty.

You say what you mean when you say it.
There is no truth,
There are no lies.
There is only still air,
Or violent air.

You must choose your poison- you must drink what you drip.
You must observe these experiences and take in all you can take, while you can take.

Cuz baby we’re all dying in our own desperate ways
Whether you acknowledge desperation as such or, rather, as passing time.

We cannot hear the tolling bells in the distance.
We cannot sense the impending quakes of our shattering earth.

We can only bare our own truths,
Our miserable lies,
And time.