Haiku Instead?

Hypocrisy is
what I should have called that thread
about the hippies
 
Singapore, NZ
Australia....I don't know
Which place should I go

Feel like leaving soon
Do whatever I want to
Meeting new faces

Couldn't care any more
Nobody to be trusted
Playing games with words

Scars heaped upon scars
Never know where the truth lies
It doesn't matter

Tired, need some rest
As long as you're happy
I will forget you
 
..And still I struggle
Still I cannot express it
Love the unknowing
 
Actually, Swedish,
I find that a good haiku
Has thoughts or beauty
 
The red blossom bends
and drips its dew to the ground.
Like a tear it falls

The Rose, by Donna Brock
 
I say unto thee
Use those lurking wits, my child
'Tis metaphoric
 
Sit by my window
And you will see what I did
Light sees no shadows
 
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