Wed, 10/26/2016 - 18:22 -- Roz

We wander about

looking for truth.

Refusing to see

the truths right

under our noses.


We aimlessly search

for hidden truths

wandering about

like children

looking for treasure.


We try different

truths on like

girls try

on clothes

for hours.


We choose what

truth is the

most fun when

we should be choosing what's right


We listen to

others opinions

when we should

really be thinking

about our own.


We men are

a confused bunch

stumbling around

looking for things

that don't exist.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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