a simple poem about honesty..
We may never mean what we say.
We may never feel what we mean.
It’s just the wave of an ocean.
It’s just the flow of a stream.
Mountains and lakes lie between us.
Grass grows in the valleys below.
It’s just the push from inertia.
It’s the pull from gravity’s flow.
Pull the stars from skies above me.
The earth may bind these feet of clay.
If we can’t say the words aloud,
May there be no words to say.