Toe-tally

It's the end of a well trodden path, I am not where I want to be nor lost; I am hidden in dusty archives, under decades of questioning that word, that world called TRUTH. Yea, truth is best uncovered, no matter how cold it is, how old it is and where it leaves us. Truth can lead to blindness. You know about this, am I right again?

The new moon is in Virgo, she said.

That's gotta mean something.

Why Bob Marley? What does his photo have to do with anything. His truth lead him to his death. Cancer on the toe. Lose a toe, save your life. That wasn't Bob's truth now was it? He chose to keep his body intact, be a true Rastafarian and save his soul instead. Personally, I would offer my toe to the devil himself if it came down to my life. So, why am I writing any of this, why do you read what I write and will I dare to let the proverbial cat out of the bag? That is, am I going to tell you the story of ROCK. The whole story, nothing but the truth, so help me Bob.

You decide. You the reader must decide if you want the whole she/he/they-bang, not just my toe; you get all or nothing.