<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=497274" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>What Truths Are?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">in trying to find them<br>the paradox is<br> they keep on concealing themselves</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in shapes you least expect it: <br>you turn into a clown<br>to let them be children and <br>with their smiles <br>you find how innocent<br>truths are</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but as you grow older<br>you get numb and you become less interested <br>and they too get worried about this dryness<br> this aridity<br> this stoicism<br>they pinch you and you do not mind at all<br>you pretend you are not hurt<br>there is no visible grimace on your face</div><div style="margin:10px 0">then day by day <br>they keep on opening themselves like wounds<br>begging for a cure<br>but you get no medicine at all <br>in this familiarity<br>this contempt for them</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you have already said yes <br>to everything</div><div style="margin:10px 0">they come they go and you do not waive your hands anymore<br>they arrive and shake your hands<br>you are no longer excited<br>they are not invited guests</div><div style="margin:10px 0">your eyes do not speak about who they are<br>what are their names<br>their roots their origins</div><div style="margin:10px 0">now, they want to befriend you<br>what for? you ask them<br>you have already caused me all the pains<br>you promised to set me free</div><div style="margin:10px 0">look! i am faceless <br>look at me! is this what you are all about? <br>the truth is <br>we get tired we only want to rest we do not need them much<br>too much of them is poison<br>and no one wants <br>no one wishes to die as such</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=497274" data-title="What Truths Are? de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="in trying to find them the paradox is they keep on concealing themselves in shapes you least expect it: you turn into a clown to let them be children and with their smiles you find how innocent truths are but as you grow older you get numb a..."></div> </div> </div>

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