It seems the truth, Is hard to bare

Quick to defend, To say not fair

But take a moment, You’re not on trial

Just hold back, That self denial

And really think, Of where you are

No longer normal, But plain bizarre

Not quite sure, Of how to to feel

What’s right and wrong

And what is real

Almost as if it was planned that way…

(c) K Wicks

Rhyme and Reason