11/03/2015 by Uriel TovarHalf of me knows the truth
Can tell the difference between fantasy
And reality
A broad line
Left behind by the advent of science
And philosophy
With superstition and tradition
Decaying behind in a
Graveyard of our childhood
The other half wants to believe
How nice that would be.
11/03/2015 Posted on 11/03/2015 Copyright © 2024 Uriel Tovar
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Posted by Rob Littler on 11/04/15 at 05:35 PM ...maybe it depends on who is telling the truth...maybe truth is what you make it...maybe reality is just the most comfortable fantasy.... |
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