Copyrighted@RobMason2012
It is hidden in the broader canvass
Most often allowed to blend
With receptors trained and rewarded
Sharing commonality
With our eyes that focus
Seeing only what we find bonny
Yet never suddenly
A successful rouse takes time
Planting the seed of obfuscation
Becoming rooted
Then like wild grass
It is never easy to contain
Yet truth's habit is to linger
It even changes the writing on the wall
Capable of reading between lines
We read more of ourselves
And we don't wish to
As with a lie a truth also needs a hero
That singular voice sounding courageous
Let that one paint the bigger picture
With another broad canvass colourful
We remain amicable to the blending
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