the truth is always bound to surface. it’s buoyancy is it’s very nature. if it sinks because of it’s denial of it’s nature, the ocean has a way of emptying itself.
If I could find the spot where truth echoes
I would stand there and whisper memories of my children’s future
I would let their future dwell in my past
so that I might live a brighter now
the t.v. told you, so it’s true.