Brain sounds like the truth

The eagle topped mountains weep.
The cracked injured stones whisper, still.

While I steer my way through the pain,
That is far more real that you are.

My brain thought it saw the better way.
Let us die while things are made cheap!

My brain sounded like the truth.
It sounded like the way!
My brain sounded like the truth!
But it’s not the truth today.

I have to bite my tongue.
I have to take my place.
Inside a closet, a saving grave.

I’ll lift this glass out of spite.
And try to avoid the hope
That hides in plain sight.

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