Ok. The truth
No. I’m not ready
Just because the door is open
Doesn’t mean the caged bird
Will ever choose to go free
The truth would injure you
And get me crucified
Life ended by truthifixion
Ended at the hands of a crowd
Not ready to hear
Not ready to know
Unable to comprehend
All the colors of the colors
So we, me and those like me
Paint in abstract generalities
The autobiography can never be written
This side of glory
Never
Never
Never never