It’s Time | Black Sheep Poetry

"We’ve forgotten, some lies can’t be censored."

Black Sheep Poetry is a weekly reflection along the lonely road away from collective chaos. Standing tall in a culture pushing us to make our individuality second to the group doesn’t just require intellectual strength, but emotional fortitude.

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It’s Time

Some people fight all their lives
to enjoy 
what they’ve always had.
Putting everything in place
to arrive 
where they’ve always been.
Looking for the signs
to know 

it’s time.

A life in limbo
feels protected from the unpredicted.
A life of rushing,
feels ahead of the curb.
Hiding in your waiting room for one,
cut off from the past, 
focused on the future.

Tomorrow, forever.
You’ll call, you’ll change, you’ll remember
what it’s all about.
We’ve forgotten, 
some lies can’t be censored.
The lies we hide behind.
The lies that look 
like promises.

From the deepest fear
stems the deepest deceit.
We promise ourselves
tomorrow
because anything less would mean

it’s time.

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