Monday, August 8, 2011

A canopy of lies

A canopy of lies
Still wouldn't suffice
The truth remains altered
You remain shy.

Truth is that
which we all seek
truth is that
which is but a compromise.

I'd like to use my magic wand,
Magic too is but, a canopy of lies.
The secret weapon
of disgust and disguise.

Put on a brave face
and face the truth.
Or you could lay low
And accept falsehood as true.

I am no different from you,
I too use the truth to abuse.
I too will use who I want to be
As a valid excuse for who I am.

This canopy of lies
That inspires such drama
Is what we're equipped to face
While the truth suffers a silent insomnia

We'll never break free
Until we know what binds us
We'll never know what binds us
For as long we're still blind.



George said...

I like this poem of contradiction.

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