ok so im like unarately tird but i hav lke 3 more poem ideas so ill maybe makef them tormorw

this one i mostly wrote when i was suposde to be reading somhign bornng (whcih i read eventualy)

“Laws” and “Truths”

I once followed them—with all their “rationality.”

Now—eyes open—I see the truth.

No, not the “truth” offered up by the reskinned clones—or shall I say the take-your-picks.

The truth—as I know it to be.

The truth—product of millenia.

The truth—ever-adapting.

Why do you follow those “laws”—so clearly harmfulpointlessnonsensical when you think.

You don’t have to, you know?

You are not obliged.

Of course, they don’t tell you that.

Each of you believing—sincerely—in some “truth.”

Somehow, yours is the one Truth.

All I see are lies.

Sometimes I can’t help but feel sorry for you and your lifelong ignorance.

As times change, “truths” hold, or weaken.

When one falls, another rises—perhaps reskinned, yet no better than its parent.

What is the point?

I see a waste; time wasted; lives wasted.

I wonder why they hold; isn’t it obvious? Don’t they see?

Then I recall—there is no “winning”—no uprooting the deeply-rooted, no changing the immutable.

You claim to reject these “truths,” you hypocrite.

Am I a hypocrite?

*falls aslepef*

- lily