We all want to live comfortable lies.
Yeah, I said lies…just lies, not lives.
We never want to come to terms with truths.
We are too afraid to receive an honest bruise.
We must all decide for ourselves what’s real & what’s fake.
It’s no easy task; there’s no way to tell how long it will take.
We must look deep within our hearts, to discover the oasis screened by the mirage.
So many things are thrown at us to keep lies alive; Like an onslaught, it’s a barrage.
It is often said that every lie has a lil’ bit of truth.
Lies cover truth the way enamel covers a tooth.
In this world, controlled by illicit desire, vice is the king.
Everyone has a price & will sell themselves for anything.
We all lie, to keep up in public, donning falsified appearances.
We’re ashamed of who we really are & our true experiences.
It is often said that every lie has a lil’ bit of truth.
Lies cover truth the way enamel covers a tooth.
Since people always say the truth hurts, then a lie has to be a sedative.
Bullet wounds of honesty are covered by band-aids that are deceptive.
The wound of truth never heals; it just festers into an on-going infection of deception.
The iodine of integrity is the only cure for this rapid spreading of immense falsification.
It is often said that every lie has a lil’ bit of truth.
Lies cover truth the way enamel covers a tooth.
It’s ironic how sell ourselves short for a lie; yet, sacrificing for the truth is a price that’s way too high.
Falsehood is oh so very destructive; when will we ever learn that there’s no such thing as a white lie?
Gareth Bryant/2011
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