Rhyming is not my forte, I'll admit

But the message is still conveyed, so split

Away the lies in everyday, by trick

Airy not fairies fly away, to seek

Some kind of truth to say, and speak

It loud and clear to dismay, those ears

Whose years are numbered by day, for fears

Of unknown we cannot think to say, but swear

That you know it's your truth you say, out there

Flying freely in the open airway, you stare

At the world you can now say, is really there