(Fuck it___)

So what
if life lies
all year round,
& the main point
___ to you___
is the truth, when
there are so
many,
while there
are
so few.

Trust becomes lost
in the minutiae, like specks
on dime sized pebbles
sitting pristine
on the shoreline of a beach
so far off___
its location remains
unknown
even once reached.