RETROCOGNITION

How can truth survive

When smothered by pride

And stained by false pasts.

My truth is fragmented

And stained by the the pride of others.

Truth is a key. The key to understanding.

I lay on a grass field that once held a park

Now it holds the barren memory.

Before the park there was something

And something before that.

The truth of the land, its history

Has always been yet it is still unknown.

I seek to learn that history

To find the truth buried by time.

Once I find that truth I can rest.

Once I find my truth I can rest.

I belong in a place where my truth is true.

Where my history is clear.

Truth is what pushes me forward,

The pursuit of this truth is what guides me.

I belong where this guide takes me.