Lessons Lessen

Time is that which has taught us.
Memory is that which we have kept.
Hope is that vain wait for more
Will is a strong fishy smell
Truth is to know what we’re saying
Lies are riddles in the dark
You were always asked to choose
From three that looked like two to you
You didn’t see the question because you were
Its answer.
"A man grows up and finds that he is good
For making, healing, or teaching"
Is what they said but you
Knew that a man grows down to red boxes and
Vomits out the key
But, being silent
You chose choice and spoke
Instead of saying what you saw:
A three before a one.