awareness

the world is larger than the head of a pin, the pin all i had known as a kid and to be told like this was the end. and how i believed! how i yearned for something more than truths that lacked substance. saw i did, hear i did when hormones kicked in that all that was told did not quite end there. then adulthood came, cruel, cruel game where it was blood. blood, taken freely and none condemned for it was covered in lies. then the world expanded when i found that beliefs had always been built on the ephemeral.