Of gentle flowers they were,
A bedded path that leads to a haven of misgivings,
-Sometimes what appears on the outside belies reality-
Have you ever taken a route that led to someplace unknown,
A place where people look alike,
Or speak a language familiar,
But dread the steps you take to enter their territory,
You, they view as the stranger.
I have lived my life as a stranger,
In a land where I was born,
Where people have misguided forms of interpretation.
Have you known of places like these?
I walk away sometimes,
hearing whispers that is close to lies,
wondering if those people who speak those cumbersome lines,
know how they portray themselves to the world outside.
I have come to summarize that truth can never be made into lies,
nor can lies ever be told as truths. They will surface sometime to create a commotion deep within you.
Read it on video. Reaching Out to the Heaven in You.