Life is a lie, carved on the high rocks of Hope, the rocks that tear the skies as they grow high and wild...
A lie that is concieved by another of its forms,
A promising lie that my eyes see far beyond the horizons of the truth,
A lie painted so beautifully that everyone falls for its beauty, deceitful charm !
Like the mirages on the oceans of sands, illusion of a feable mind...
A lie that hides behind every promise made...
Coward as it is by nature, it hides the very purpose for which it was made...
A lie performed by a naive being, a puppet in the hands of the writer...
A being who chases the lie, never to find nor catch it...
A lie that hides behind the veil of desire...
Stretching from the times when time had not taken its form, it has transformed in to many beings...
Spreading the never ending desires in the little box that hides behind the skulls...
Leaning on its back and laughing at the misery of the naive being,
A lie sung over many years but never understood,
Laughing at the tears as they bow low before it...
Hope beig the bait to make satisfy the desire to hunt...
" Life is a Lie "
A lie that the naive being wishes to transform into reality,
A reality that has pride and honor...
A reality that is sensible and graceful...
That which never feels ashamed to admit that it is weak...
Weak enough to cry at the misery of the world !
A reality that never hides, rather walks in the front row...
Life is a Lie built on the foundations of Reality, the very foundations that are buried deep inside the existence...
Forgotten and neglected for so long that the naive being has forgotten about the foundation itself...
We have slept long enough that we still stagger and stumble as we walk and live in this Lie...
The Love and Relationship that we have established with it has drawn us close to the Lie, to its deceitful charm...
Embracing the Lies we live, a life that has trampled the Reality !
Life is a Lie built on the Foundations of Reality...