Truth Moves Straight
Burdens of pain hide in memory stored.
Onslaughts of attacking thoughts are poured.
If I am a target, then I’m a walking billboard.
Gotta keep moving, but where toward?
Ghostly digging in the shadows haunts await.
Never go searching into the gossip crate.
Spinning webs of lies are never great.
Truth stands still then slowly moves straight.
Once you’ve opened your heart you cannot lock it the same way.
Deception tickles each beat molding thoughts like clay.
Each small step followed down this path leads astray.
Suddenly the fork in the road has divided the real display.
Out of sight and out of mind become friends that promise a soiree.
Reality clashes making the skies a gloomy gray.
Deceiving, inveigling, & obfuscation are a tempting entree.
Life is hard enough, who needs added burdens on the scale to weigh?
Rumors spread like wildfire seeking whoever will listen like prey.
Why has truth been sent out to decay?
This may sound cliché,
But, real integrity starts with character that’s built upon an authentic dossier.
Burdens of pain hide in memory stored.
Onslaughts of attacking thoughts are poured.
If I am a target, then I’m a walking billboard.
Gotta keep moving, but where toward?
Ghostly digging in the shadows haunts await.
Never go searching into the gossip crate.
Spinning webs of lies are never great.
Truth stands still then slowly moves straight.
Loose threads don’t need picking.
Opening Pandora’s Box starts the bomb ticking.
Idle chatter kidnaps beauty by disguised tricking.
Bent facts are birthed when shady groups begin cliquing.
Emotions of anguish then start pricking.
Fighting is useless because words can survive any licking.
Invisible wars don’t require kicking.
Understand blather is unjust flicking.
You stay strong and do the ricking.
Stand in place in prayer, and stack accuracy because it’s sticking.
Burdens of pain hide in memory stored.
Onslaughts of attacking thoughts are poured.
If I am a target, then I’m a walking billboard.
Gotta keep moving, but where toward?
Ghostly digging in the shadows haunts await.
Never go searching into the gossip crate.
Spinning webs of lies are never great.
Truth stands still then slowly moves straight.
Burdens of pain hide in memory stored.
Onslaughts of attacking thoughts are poured.
If I am a target, then I’m a walking billboard.
Gotta keep moving, but where toward?
Ghostly digging in the shadows haunts await.
Never go searching into the gossip crate.
Spinning webs of lies are never great.
Truth stands still then slowly moves straight.
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