I refuse to call this poetry. It’s a collection of thoughts. Enjoy.
Memories are not truth,
The future is falsified hope.
Our only choice is the present,
It’s neither good nor bad, it’s where we exist.
Accept the truth of who you are,
Know what is at your core.
When you know, you can be honest.
Honesty is the magic elixir people search for.
Realize what you need now,
Achieve it, or don’t, those are your options.
I know who I am.
Who are you?
Do Something Good