This is a note,
A note I wrote,
Some time ago,
Not to a friend nor a foe.
But to someone who stands in the middle,
Someone I thought to play no riddle.
But alas, they did play a fine tune.
This was sometime ago, sometime in June.
When the world was beautiful,inside and out,
But now...
now this is my doubt,
The doubt I have will not fade,
For I have turned a different shade,
Wool no longer pulled over my eyes,
No longer cloudy ,but very clear skies..
Finally, finally after all the lies...