You digg for truth.
In time it's yours.
But when revealed
The sentence's cursed.
Now better truth is to be found
More pure one and more profound.
But after first comes third and forth
And all of them seem have no worth.
What's said is lie,
What's done seems wrong.
You go for better all along.
But there's no best as there's no end,
It's sometimes useful to stop pretend,
To something that is from the very start
A restless journey of mind and heart.
Horn crop anniversary
© Copyright: Лена Глинская, 2009
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