Me
Me
Do you know the truth?
I love the lies
They have been with me all my life
On the roads, in the bus, over the bridge, under the hut
I have lived with them, protected, nurtured and waylaid them
You ask do they hurt?
I say in ways that I like,
They are me and I am them.
The beauty lies in the moment
Of self discoveries
When I make my truths and my lies go by.
