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?
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?