The Trouble with Truth

The trouble with truth:

Everyone lies

The trouble with words:

Everything flies

The trouble with notes:

They don’t satisfy

The need to touch, the needs of sight

So why don’t you stop running around

Sit down beside me and say it aloud

Despite yourself, despite your will,

That you need me

More than you need to breathe

But the trouble with legs

They need to run

They take you away from me

As the sun when set takes away the warmth

The trouble with arms

They need to hold

I need my space

But I need you more

So why don’t you stop holding me off

Take my hand and let me take yours

Despite yourself, despite your will

I need myself

But I need you more.

I need you more than I need to breathe.

But the trouble with truth

When everyone lies

The trouble with faith

When nobody tries

To believe in things that can’t be justified

Is that I’m left with words alone

Words that won’t ever die