Shed

Can we “realize” truths we already knew;
Like, roses come in black & violet’s not blue?

Better put, reminded of a fact ignored.
The truth’s moral whit, over my noggin, soared.

Though how do we put faith in outcomes unseen?
We leap blindly from fall, thru winter, to spring.

What comes to pass colors our expectations.
Histories form future fateful relations.

We read books & people but rarely ourselves.
Sort out your story before life’s clock strikes twelve.