believe your story, the facts,

the curves only in one direction.

because you said it, it must be so,

then later on i grew up,

realizing facts can be interpreted

in outcomes that vary like stars

in the sky.

a yellow sun, a red one, what about

a black hole?

you never mentioned how all this could

turn so very wrong,

did not benefit you,

though the road be straight,

i see campfires by the side,

trails, paths, crossroads, all to be

taken in a metaphysical sense

when the heart was always closer

to the truth.

then springs forth the leaf, the stems,

shoots – how closely the poisonous snake

looks almost identical to the harmless one

of which you would never spurn, nor reject

such claims, vague answers, easy to change

directions when the wind betrays.

this is about you,

this is about right,

this is about god.

it’s all coming from you,

and the way you want it to be,

there is only one way to

perceive facts.