Too much truth

too much truth
to choose the one
too much truth
to stand on the ground

too many voices
out from the crowd
too less power
to shut all them up

too much hate
and too much pain
the worst thing’s when
they are the same

there’s too many
right clear visions
and too many
wrong decisions

too rude game
to be quite sane
today you preach
tomorrow – betray

too many fights
but no one bleeds
it stays inside
to coagulate with years

too much truth from all the sides

too many names to be stroke out

too much work for my mind

too less chances to stay outside