I swam the sea of honesty
I dried myself with lies
I dressed in the gown of reality
and dined on a feast on cries
that taste much better buttered up with anothers care
washed them down with ignorance
all the while unaware
that when I retire for the night
I do all this in vain
For when I escape to my bed
I am lying with my pain

02/03/2005

Posted on 02/03/2005
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