Ask

It wasn't always this way
to bring only to pray
for yester you’ll find
all that fills your mind

As your words spill
onto all those mills
it’s hard to ask
when words serve only to mask

the

truth which binds
the many minds
you have imprisoned
without good reason

for

your vision was bold
and impossible to hold
your intentions were unsighted
and I was misguided

So lift the veil
and show me your tale
It’s all I ask
for your truth to be unmasked.