This world can’t handle the truth.
To be in time with the rippling pulse of society is to be the wind. This world can’t handle the truth.
We are but part way there, afraid of our origins. The further you go down the line the more it all becomes a game. Thriving is based upon the illusion of being upright. We are hiding from ourselves. In this world that has been turned upside down we see the things like wiki leaks. Like a cruel joke it becomes unjust to shine truth.
Wow! The innocence lost. Can we find worth in anything but fiction?