The truth
Its difficult to see once we grow up.
We see ourselves
and everyone else
and everything.
Maybe it is not
for everyone, and for me.
maybe.
but it is there.
Slowly,
over months, and years
and lives,
lived over and over,
we can try
with great care
and delicate perseverance,
to peel off
layer by layer
what we seem to be,
to find the sun
hidden somewhere behind
an infinitely tedious
coat of clouds,
to find the sun
hidden somewhere behind
an infinitely tedious
coat of clouds,
to practice
taking the right diversions
or keep returning
to the ones we mistook,
without fretting over.
as a matter of habit.
and
we may just get there.
or we can go on
living
as we do.
happy and sad
between good and bad.
and we may still
get there.
or
we may not.
