Veritas Absentis (Jack Squat)

It takes two to speak the truth—one to speak, and another to hear. - Thoreau

people see me

they hear me

they think they know me

loving, hating and ignoring me

laughing both with and at me

from sea to shining sea

burying me under their warm embraces, icy cold and heaping, hot coals

turning me into one of their wooden pegs and fitting me into one of their misshapen holes

i hide my truth from the world

i bury it so deeply that even i don't know where it is, let alone what it is anymore

like cream, it tries to rise to the surface every day

but it's just treading water

turning sour

looking for a new song to play

let them think what they will

let them gawk as they lean on their rotting, peeling window sill

let them boil, ferment and distill

let them haul their gossip and trash to the landfill

let them travel to foreign lands and kill

let them go to disney world for a thrill

let them turn the the world's crumbling mountains into a concrete molehill

let them slumber with an expired  pill

i'll just keep drilling for more rhythm and life, as i jam out and chill

Author's Note

"Say what you have to say, not what you ought. Any truth is better than make-believe." - Thoreau