I did, but it wasn't this one.

We touch base, but you touch noses

This door creaks though I've closed it

If the manifest truth upholds it

by the apparent, it looks snowed in

Is it worth the will to wait

the wood or watch the wane?

So curse the pill that makes

the Good such bad terrain

Do I deny what we've assumed

with famous disregard for clues?

or consider undoing undo on cue
forever; illusion is but the truth