Because you tried, scared, your truth to hide, layered, you think you lied, dared. But sooth I cry, and bare the Truth that lies there tucked behind stares that are blind, behind cares of absent minds, where the Truth is found rarely because they play fairly.
Facts and veracity wear, like acid tears, through vapid glares. They rapid swear that they’re not hot air, yet just don’t square when we compare their look of scared with our book of prayer that they could share. Instead, they bare their truth to the end; try to pretend they comprehend. Think lies should mend, while Truth they bend.
Our way we wend, till we surrender. Finally remember, we’re all pretenders stuck in the embers. We’re all on fire in blazing pyres. Flames licking higher, burning us liars in churning ire both theirs and mine. Because the people that you lied to, which includes you, purify you, crucify you. Crucible they’ll light it high. Blue burns the light who immolates you while you imitate goo dripping down to a simpler truth. Now it’s time you, drop the other shoe.
You kept on going round, searching for a sound to fit with what you found, but those same sounds around got you wound in pounds, under mounds compounding. You’re not dry, you’re drowning. Your clown’s a-frowning. Not spry, you’re bound. Not sly, confounded. A ship run a-ground. A dog impounded with flies around him. Your lies propounded got your eyes astounded. Then you saw why you floundered. Not lost, you’ve found it!
You were too shy to expound it, or to ask around it. Now your guard is down. You found common ground. You’re safe and sound. Found that truth abounds in all our sounds. After you inspect it, you see it’s about perspective and how you checked it. Is it infected, or growing nectar?
A story’s true, and so are you. Worry’s undue, so don’t split wholes in twos.