It's true
I can talk myself out of you
Something I don't want to do
Now you want to lift me up
To only want to shut me up
But I won't get down
I will only get up
the judgements that we make
are really not true
but fake
they take us away
and close the gate
will you pick the lock
do you have a combination
can you feel the sensation
The truth
what we see is not real
the truth
we steal
By: The Minister Peaceful Poet (that's me) 11\6\17
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem