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The Weight of Truth

The days weigh heavy upon the truth or the truth weighs heavy upon my days
Perceived or felt or more likely imagined perhaps all three
It matters little because reality is what is perceived and time has shown the truth as so
Cogito Ergo Sum
And so it is that I sit and write, back again to exercise my ghosts alone
Funny though, my ghosts have had more than their fare share of exercise of late,
Trying as best they might to seal my fate.

The thread of life, the fabric that I've weaved to a tapestry of time hangs before me
Reality, it seems, has loosed it's moths upon my cloth and now for all to see
Ragged and rough and keeping within but for this little window cry for thee

To soldier on I must and each day that has a little light, a few small steps to keep me on my way

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