By Andrew R. Duckworth
In the morning, wonder reigns-
Filling our pulsing veins
Longing for more than the plain-
Don’t give me the truth,
Give me a story that tells truth.
By the afternoon, we’re tired-
Been barraged with fact, rewired,
Wanting to flee what is required-
I want more truth,
But can I handle more truth?
But, at the end of the day,
We still want truth in a way
That comes through story-
With imaginative play.