It lied to you again, it always has,
You are the eternal naivete,
expecting it to reveal to you,
The 'truth', the 'light', the ultimate.
It never does. It never will.
The liar lifts you into an enthrall,
Tosses you about on the surf,
Leaving you wishing for even greater heights.
But even before the sun blinds you,
You sink into the abysmal water,
Never to rise again.
Life lies in beating him, the liar,
In living beside and besides his lies.
That hunger and thirst are what they are,
And all that is.
Undoing the liar, through him,
I fight, knowing my fall,
Nay hoping for it.
