look
when i was young
my belief shone
a firing light
that drove straight break
the crystal of fact
i didn’t see
marching
to the purity
the island
i believed
it was only those
in different places
who caught the warped shadows
saw the facts
and said
as i said those
they did not see
but some
that’s all
the occasional sum
so if i ignore
the people
who point out
the facts
that lie
at my feet
i lose
so if i distain
the people
who point out
the facts
that lie
at my feet
i lose
so if i kill
the people
who point out
the facts
that lie
at my feet
i lose
now imagine
that young me
could deny
those others to opine
to say those facts
i could not see
so many would
so many would
all that challenge
to the ego
the fact
of the uncrossable
between reality
and belief