A Liar’s Ode
I could gaze into broken pools
perhaps finding what had eluded me.
Spanning time or wasting it in
fools fabels; dying dreams.
I could reach stars if the ground
weren’t so low.
Maybe time is a whore
granting illusions we can’t bear.
But what would I know of things
when I’ve never wanted anything
that wasn’t at the end of my own nose?