The Truth
We go our whole lives without looking for it,
No one seeks the answers anymore,
No longer are we wise men and women,
No loner do we question existence,
It hides in the open, being neglected.
Just like our emotions.
We still continue to sip out the devils cup,
Turning our ears, truth isnt what we want.
But what do we want?
It has to be more then a good time,
Think about it,
How far can we go without it?
We need it.
Its the truth.
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