Posted in clarity, Poetry

Truth Bewilders me

You can tell me what you like. I rarely give it value
Information I think, needs to float around my head.
Quick acceptance seems to me immature or callow
I just assign the words I hear quite simply “what you said”.

confused

It is not that I’m distrusting, Especially of you
But sometimes I need back up, evidence
Confirming all I hear or “what you said” is true.
If I look at you bewildered, then tell me “what makes sense”.

 Key (truth evolves)