TRUTH OR FICTION

TRUTH OR FICTION

D own in the dank, dusty depths of my subconscious mind.

R ecycled remnants of truth and fiction intertwined.

E merge every night only to slowly slink away.

A s I am left to interpret what they have to say.

M urky memories at best, snippets that tantalise

S tories that thrill, their meaning I try to analyse.