lies

Lies consumed me, For what is truth, but a hidden lie.
A facbricated thought, just a word Painted in the fragile sky.

Illuminating off the stares, as the wind whispers through the trees,
and takes the dying words we starve to feed our field of dreams.

Is it better to not of known, then to not have ever tried?
I've tried to tell a story of this something, but what's this something that we hide.

What are we but people, Just flesh and meat that breath,
Stitch my words with tiny needles, Prick my thought untill they bleed.

And Shake me from this earth, then turn the lights down dim,
through my eyes you see no life, I'm not home but Please come in.

Welcome to what Is, and to What it is to be. Welcome to this lie we call reality..