"The Truth Isn't
Always A Fact"
The universe is a sea of
knowledge, just waiting to be discovered.
Uncovered like a sea's treasures.
Platinum's gold mine.
Like a baby reciting its first fine line.
An apple falling on a head.
A person coming of age.
The newborn sage.
It's written in the page of every book that one took a look at or could see.
This knowledge lasts an eternity of springtime’s fall into summer's heat.
As an incomplete music sheet, with song and word.
A type of tune that is seldom heard.
Repeating pictures on a late night television screen, which can't be seen.
Except in your latest dream.
Platinum's gold mine.
Like a baby reciting its first fine line.
An apple falling on a head.
A person coming of age.
The newborn sage.
It's written in the page of every book that one took a look at or could see.
This knowledge lasts an eternity of springtime’s fall into summer's heat.
As an incomplete music sheet, with song and word.
A type of tune that is seldom heard.
Repeating pictures on a late night television screen, which can't be seen.
Except in your latest dream.
Written by Jonathan Billet on 5773
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