A Little Insane

TRUTH IN PERFECT

TRUTH IN PERFECT


She took the long floor to the open window.
It was all empty and a lot scary.
Her eyes strayed and rested on a bird.
In close a strange flying man.

He took her by the arm, and flew,
Up into the emptiness with speed.
In search of good and evil,
And the truth that rested within.

She held on tight, right and left.
Lest her words may fail and fall.
She smiled and let it say all.
And together they watched all flow.

In leaps and dodges they wandered,
Into the depths of the flow,
In search of good and evil,
And the truth that rested within.

The truth needs no explanation,
Only perfection and re-perfection.
The quest of which left many astray,
Perfection will never be a must,
And neither will the entire truth.

The affairs of truth are such,
That the one we hold so near,
Are left to tears with fear,
Still truth holds no peer.

So much to see and know
With time, as the spirit degrades,
We'll step aside and move,
On the path known to many, with
The riddles of love all empty.

by © Sreekesh Menon at 8:33 PM