Bottled answers, screwed on questions!

Bottled answers, screwed on questions!

Living in times of questions

lied answers

not of truth

but myths

on stories unanswered.

But reassuring 

that on truths banked

the river of lies

flowing, passed on by;

washing these legends,

we hanged out to dry

believing they were true.

I say Nostradamus

on your foreseeing the future,

I think the chronicles

of your success

lied on your foresight

to deliver

with care on

clear and present danger.

Author's Note

a play of rambling words for my muse