Garabatos

No need to hide the falsehood
That dwells in your fresh, captive mind
I won't kill, mutilate, or squeeze out
My thoughts for you

What do you know about my truth
What do you know about what needs to be done
What will I know
What does it matter what happens or what you say

I'm tired of saying verses that are for you
For me
They're more than ideas
But they're doodles of the mind for you

What do you know about my truth
What do you know about what needs to be done
What will I know
What does it matter what happens or what you say