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The Terrible Lies

I wish the trees weren’t so quiet –
With you around;
And I wish the leaves would sing,
When they fall to the ground

I wish the branches weren’t so weak –
With you around;
They dance so peacefully,
When they fall to the ground

I wish the grass didn’t seem so green –
Across from me;
Freshly cut and cut so clean,
Even below the tree

I wish the weeds didn’t grow so fast –
Across from me;
Plucked one by one,
Even below the tree

I wish the world would see –
It’s all we could be;
Asking for a future hope,
We saw it coming

I wish the kids could forgive us –
It’s all we could be;
It’s terrible in the air we breathe,
We saw it coming

For every glass eye that watches the world –
The terrible lies through which we could see;
It’s a terrible mess out there,
And we didn’t stop it

For every stoic man and static wife –
The terrible lies through which we could see;
A fatal regard for the process of having thoughts
And we didn’t stop it

And we didn’t stop it –
We saw it coming;
Even below the tree,
When they fall to the ground

With you around –
Across from me
It’s all we could be
The terrible lies through which we could see

Shane Clouthier

By Shane Clouthier

The "C" in CKP Media, Shane loves to sell Yu-Gi-Oh! cards on the side when he is not busy showing people new mattresses to help improve their life. Also, an avid poet Shane has self published his poetry in book format. A man of many mediocre talents, we still aren't sure what he is actually great at.

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