Listen While I Lie
Would you sit with me a while,
And listen while I lie to you?
For I have so long buried the truth that,
In truth, I know not what else to do with it.
So I lay the lies at your feet,
Their cool corpses rot away at your doorstep,
They are the only gifts I know to give,
Though I know it is a futile gesture.
You care not for the meaning behind them,
And when given the truth, of their sincerity,
Toss them aside with a look of disgust.
And still they pile up.
To the darkness every night I treck
To make discoveries of myself,
To seek the truths of the world,
To bring them back to you
But the feathers are never as beautiful
As they shimmered when I was stalking them.
For beauty leaks like warmth into the atmosphere
With every pace I draw in nearer.
Would you sit with me a while,
And listen while I lie to you?
For I have so long buried the truth that,
In truth, I know not what else to do with it.
So I lay the lies at your feet,
Their cool corpses rot away at your doorstep,
They are the only gifts I know to give,
Though I know it is a futile gesture.
You care not for the meaning behind them,
And when given the truth, of their sincerity,
Toss them aside with a look of disgust.
And still they pile up.
To the darkness every night I treck
To make discoveries of myself,
To seek the truths of the world,
To bring them back to you
But the feathers are never as beautiful
As they shimmered when I was stalking them.
For beauty leaks like warmth into the atmosphere
With every pace I draw in nearer.
