The truth is hiding
isn’t it?
Deep in the shadows
Under the bed
On top of the wardrobe
Inside the drawer
Behind the mirror
The truth was hiding
wasn’t it?
In the flowerbed
Among the daises
In the corner of
the garden shed
Tangled in webs
The truth was never hiding
was it?
It goes out in broad daylight
It walks in the sun
It throws the curtains open
Sits on a throne
For all to see
Takes centre stage
In your living room
You can’t escape
its looming face
Shouting and screaming
its head off
The truth is in plain sight.
Things In My Head 