04-01-2015, 08:34 PM
Everyone's a liar. Everything's a lie.
If only I remembered, I could answer them all
but I don't; I ask, I get answers
from other people and who knows
if what they say to me is true or not.
Everyone's a saint. Everything's the truth.
I thought that at first; it crumbled soon enough
when these truths clashed. Why couldn't they be the same?
Or, maybe, I was happy the illusion failed.
At least there was one truth I knew:
the lies.
There must be a truth beneath them;
I wouldn't know. If only I could recall -
but I don't. It's a past that's already slipped away,
already gone. If I ask another person they'll just tell
another lie. Or maybe not. There's no way I can say.
Maybe, since it's the past, it doesn't even matter either way.
If only I remembered, I could answer them all
but I don't; I ask, I get answers
from other people and who knows
if what they say to me is true or not.
Everyone's a saint. Everything's the truth.
I thought that at first; it crumbled soon enough
when these truths clashed. Why couldn't they be the same?
Or, maybe, I was happy the illusion failed.
At least there was one truth I knew:
the lies.
There must be a truth beneath them;
I wouldn't know. If only I could recall -
but I don't. It's a past that's already slipped away,
already gone. If I ask another person they'll just tell
another lie. Or maybe not. There's no way I can say.
Maybe, since it's the past, it doesn't even matter either way.
When it finally snows here, I'll catch a snowflake and put it in the fridge.