Truths

days like these seem to stay
no matter what, can't get away
locked in time with such remorse
everything soon fades to grey

dragon overlooks all
lucky scene, lucky call
yin and yang together mingle
the brass ball must always fall

thirty two, nine point eight
accelerate at constant rate
some laws just can't be broken
and displacement is always fate

the night is dark and black as day
shadows clearly light the way
everything is such confusion
nothing gold can ever stay

green and red and white and green
a broomstick by the back door leans
its purpose surely is not known
but such are the ways without the means

through the woods, cool river running
nothing is ever quite so stunning
as moments when all time slows down
always beware of those with cunning

thirty, sixty, ninety, right
try to break with all one's might
sine, tangent, cosine, one
the truth stealthily slips into sight

the truth is beautiful, but so are lies
deception is caused to often rise
it grows more difficult to simply distinguish
from perpetual laughter the languishing cries