The winds
My sail
I would fly

A wingless bird
Soaring high

A void in time
I would know

Stories told
Long ago

Sharing truth
The living lie

Daring claim
The alibi

A speck of dust
Spread around

Stolen secrets
To be found

The tiny fly
A willing wall

Day by day
Telling all

The masquerade
A social stain

The gaping wound
Oozing pain

Sitting the horse
Riding the pony

Ever the guise
Forever the phony
Copyright © 2005 Delbert H. Rhodes

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