The books on my shelf
are not always true,
Some of them borrowed
some over due –
Like the food in my fridge
some of its old,
Some has gone fuzzy
all of its cold –
The clothes in my closet
hang wrinkled and pressed,
Some keep me warm
all keep me dressed –
The words on this page
like things that I’ve said,
All came from thoughts
that exist in my head –
Some of them wrinkled
fuzzy and old,
Some may be true
most stay untold -
The difference of course
and there isn’t a doubt,
When I close my eyes
the light don't go out.
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