When the point of truth comes crashing down
into the light of day
the hole it leaves is greater than
one could ere believe.
Truth grows, you see, according to
the spin I put on it
and the angle I view it from
when it first appears.
And then of course I dress it down,
make it what it’s not,
and dress it up to transform it
into something grand.
‘tis circumstance, I bet it is,
that decrees dressed up or down
but to be free I much prefer
casual with no tie.
Casual truth? Yes, casual truth
sits easy on the back
and allows for my comfort
from yesterday into today!