The Lies Just Beneath
The temperature cool
A life that is lifeless
An intuitive scene
A presumptuous dream swimming around the margins
Just beyond the harbor of the classless
A lie is a truth according to the man in the booth
An unnecessary tale
That exists within the glimmer of a muted man's entree
A shadow of a ghost that only exists in a host that hopes that one day it will rain
Until then, this man intends to govern this insightful region where the magnificence of linguistics apologetically convinces us that the true meaning of words only really ever inhabit our verbatim
Is this really the case?
Perhaps you can ask the frame of the wasted space about the warmest embrace that you promised
How very dishonest
The lies just beneath
Always there but out of reach of the misinterpreted
The indelible and inconvincible are definitely the incomprehensible
But how does this compare to a simple idea that the truth isn't rare and that a lion is in fact really a bear
A useful thought is untruthful
As is a lie unforgettable
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