Truth

A perspective is a matrix

Ordered mish-mash of thoughts,

A picture with broken pieces

Put together in patient slots.

Great minds at work

Oblivious to what I have to say

Evolve the concepts in solitude,

Called ‘Complete The Picture’ play.

What I see is what I believe

My poor eyes shamed my intellect

Threads weave together a fabric,

Majestic stories I tend to forget.

What is right, what is wrong?

A delusion we failed to uncover

Respect what each has to say,

For every mind has its own to deliver.

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