i used to

believe your story, the facts, the curves only in one direction. because you said it, it must be so, then later on i grew up, realizing facts can be interpreted in outcomes that vary like stars in the sky. a yellow sun, a red one, what about a black hole? you never mentioned how all this could turn so very wrong, did not benefit you, though the road be straight, i see campfires by the side, trails, paths, crossroads, all to be taken in a metaphysical sense when the heart was always closer to the truth. then springs forth the leaf, the stems, shoots - how closely the poisonous snake looks almost identical to the harmless one of which you would never spurn, nor reject such claims, vague answers, easy to change directions when the wind betrays. this is about you, this is about right, this is about god. it's all coming from you, and the way you want it to be, there is only one way to perceive facts.