A Fugitive of Truth
False appraisals - it’s a critique of my life. Dwelling in a realm of fantasy, holding back strife after strife. Prodding along smoother paths, easier as always it was, But now beckoning for an expose, are all those underlying flaws.
A commendable effort was always the last resort. Excuses and alibis never failed to be sought. But now I’m dizzy in search of words to soothe ‘Cause its time to accept it – I’m a fugitive of truth
Connections to the past all severed. Memories of all wrongdoings reluctantly ushered. But the inner raging fires still prevail, Many more mountains to climb… many more oceans to sail...
Everything budged aside and considering new ways. Confronting dilemmas face to face, A man looking for a fresh start still in his youth ‘cause its time to accept it I’m a fugitive of truth.
sashank nistala