how do i know
that all that we have
will be tomorrow?

how do i know
that all that you say
will be my truth tomorrow?

i suppose i do not know
what will come later

i suppose i do not know
the truth behind your words

i suppose i just
do not know

when will i know
that i truly feel
what i say

and when will i know
that you mean
what you say

i suppose that is
the truth of the human condition
that we do not know
what may come
or what will be

i read today on a bathroom stall
that one wasn't sure
of their future they had chosen

and i wondered
if i was no longer sure

if i should write
my insecurities

or travel with them
as unsaid
untruths or
feel saddened by their
untruth

i know my truth
and i do not fear
that they could be
my untruth

02/23/2011

Posted on 02/24/2011
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