Agonizing Truth
The rays heat up my skin,
And beat down gently.
The clouds dance,
And the birds sing.
The water is chilled and crystal-clear,
Fish dart around on the lake floor.
Squirrels abscond nuts,
Frogs "ribbit" and leap with a thud.
I start to read a book,
Titled "The Truth."
I crash on my back,
And start spinning dizzily in circles.
I'm in a new world,
A strange, desolate world.
No sun to warm me up,
And no birds chirping or clouds dancing.
The water has turned into black ink,
And the entirety of plant-life has died and lies there on top of the vacant ground.
The Earth is painted in black-and-white,
With a touch of gray.
And beat down gently.
The clouds dance,
And the birds sing.
The water is chilled and crystal-clear,
Fish dart around on the lake floor.
Squirrels abscond nuts,
Frogs "ribbit" and leap with a thud.
I start to read a book,
Titled "The Truth."
I crash on my back,
And start spinning dizzily in circles.
I'm in a new world,
A strange, desolate world.
No sun to warm me up,
And no birds chirping or clouds dancing.
The water has turned into black ink,
And the entirety of plant-life has died and lies there on top of the vacant ground.
The Earth is painted in black-and-white,
With a touch of gray.