This is the age of
information, misinformation,
confusion, pretense and doubt.

What is authentic?
What is real?
Who crafts truth?
What does truth mean anymore?

Shall I stand up and tell you my
truth, and reveal how I feel?

Would it matter anyway?
Would you listen through the noise?

In my Garden the spring flowers
have all come out.
In my Garden the birds are at play.
I say this is truth.

In my street a family struggles to survive.
I say this is truth.

Tell me what is your truth
that is not for display.

 

16/10/2023