Finding lies in an old open book
believing truths but I thought they
were true, can you believe itıs true,
itıs a lie I know that
Right now I could be
reading that book. Confused
youıll be but Iıll speak
honesty, with lies. Have you
heard a lie thatıs spoken of
truth, listen. Plug your ears
you might wanna hear. Open
your mouth after I speak, Iıll give
you lies in the form of your words.
Lies are a blueprint with
no plan to build. There is
no substance, no proof, but belief.
Believe what you want but
donıt believe this. I carry
a warning I read the book,
it read me first and
laughed at my life. Life is in
order until it is led aimlessly.
Somewhere a leader tripped on
a root, and brought the tree
falling, in front of my path.
I cut through the woods
and tried to catch tails. Trust only
doubt when Iıve drifted this far.
The forest is a plain, the paths
are lines, where the lines cross,
our paths always meet. When I
meet a line of a whole nother
plain, that is true love, until I
go ahead another point, another life.
It happens again, again I lie.
The book is closed. Itıs all in my mind.
Now itıs in your head, while itıs there,
sit down and read it for awhile.