Something I wrote after dreaming of listening to a muted chorale.

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Truth is like an open road….

The conflict between man and creator.

Free Write Poetry, no date.

The speaker is here urging his beloved not to lose trust on him as he passionately loves her and wants to treasure her for good.

Here in the poem the lover is having a very hard time with his beloved. disbelief and mistrust are prevailing in the midst of their love now.

So many times my feelings get mixed up and I truly don’t know how I feel. The only thing I know for sure is the choices I have made to take me where am I today.

Truth is like an open road, no traveler is misled.

True justice can be flouted by a false witness that can influence a credulous jury.