They come in so many shapes and colors
Like leaves of trees in multi seasons
It starts when we’re at our youngest
Indoctrinations by parents and or siblings
All the deference we learn by error
Usually at our own perils or punishments
Reinforced by him who rules the truth box
The royal compass of respect and intelligence
However ignorant and delusional
Also dictates truths shape and tone values
No matter how convoluted it appears
The greater its complexities are to know
The harder the truth is to break or dull
And once you adopt these truths
You also assume their ongoing evolutions
If by some miracle you can keep up
Cause we only know it has transformed
After, we have been unabashedly corrected
Or slapped alongside our heads for ignorance
Left bewildered by unexpected changes
But like these stranger truths, we evolve
Adapting to changes by observations
Listening attentively when they interchanged
And when and why they never do
Until we move onwardly, to elsewhere
And like all good learners, we simply blend
Into the fabric where we now live- evolving
Like tiny seeds, the storms carried off
Until they’re too heavy for light winds to bare
Left behind somewhere- discarded
As if no longer valued or needed
To take root into soils of newer truths
Where we again, adapt, silently graph onto
We grow and mingle amongst harsh stones
And toxic overgrown weeds of many colors
Where the sun and shades trade places
Until we rule as royalty of our truth box
Different shape, colors, and false as ever
But when it’s your box, who cares?
And the truth we know right then
Resembling nothing whatsoever
Like we first learned…as kids
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Whispers of a poet's heart 