Maybe I’ve been lying all along,
but who expected me
to tell the truth?
Would the Father of Lies
be surprised?
I doubt he’d even turn a head or two.
The night is all the truth I’ve ever known.
I’ve asked the sky for rain to help me grow.
I have been denied,
spent my time alone.
Made up my whole world,
created on my own.
A child was afraid,
until he learned to run away.
The world inside his mind,
became the everyday.
Only in the dark,
does the illusion fade away
and all the colors
turn to shades of grey.
I had an imaginary friend.
He was always trying to get in.
When he died,
I chocked it up to becoming a man,
but now I think he’s coming back again.
I don’t think that reality
has ever agreed with me
and so,
I try to force my own beliefs
onto a world that mimics what it sees.
A lie is just a truth that hasn’t been.
This consensus world
reflects somebody’s dreams.
I’m just going to keep making mistakes
and fake the faith,
until I make it
to the place where it all breaks.
Where the water from the mountains
meets the sea.
Where the lie becomes a dream
and we awake reality.
Until then,
I’ll just sit here
with the truth of the dark
and wait for all the craziness to start.
I’m imagining a dream,
conceiving of a world,
I’m trying to reveal,
the lie inside the Earth.
Such a pleasure to conceive,
such a pain to birth.
Trading in a lie
for what it’s worth.
Making up my mind,
somewhere out in the universe,
is the truth,
the darkness
and the light
of something new.
HG – 2016
