If the truth is not the truth
Then what does that mean?
Am I not a woman then?
Is the sky not blue?
Are all our perceptions
A step outside the reality
Of the powers that
Temporarily be?
How much further down
This rabbit hole
Must this country descend,
Before our nationality
Becomes re-rooted
In rationality?
Time is a curious thing.
It moves along towards
An unknown future in its
Own direction and pace.
Perception of time however
Can, all at once,
Speed it up to a
Blink of an eye
Or slow it to the
Speed of a snail.
The power in the way
We view the world
Around us,
Has the ability to
Change time’s
Tempo and cadence.
Bending and twisting it
To fit our hearts’ needs.
To soothe our aching souls.