I wonder where I can find honesty. We live in such dark times, a day won’t go by without a lie. It can be only virtual but shouldn’t that count? How can this be so normal? How are we growing up to believe lies are normal? That a little lie doesn´t hurt and the truth is a secret. We deceive, we lie, we play but we never actually think about the person that is receiving the lies. The person who believes, the person who trusts and the person who afterward hurts. How many people go by without knowing all the lies they have been told.
How many of us really know what is true in our life?
I can see beneath the mask
I am looking at the unknown
It is hard as if I am trying to look at the sun
My eyes are open but my mind is clueless
The wrinkles I used to see are from stories I can´t envision
That strong heart has fought wars that I will never know
That scar that was made by you
Is a scar made of questions when I discovered a bit of the truth
Who are you?
Just a beautiful image of a person I used to know
I was open to know you
Now I am afraid to look
There is nothing genuine here
Nothing pure
To omit
To exclude
Was so easy for you
Words constructed to make me believe in what you wanted me to see
Why can´t photographs reveal more than what you want?
You just exploded and what is beneath is just fog
I can´t see because of the betrayal
You are an intruder now
A stranger that knows my secrets
Yet just a stranger
With a familiar face
Such audacity
Just so furtive
You are vanishing quickly
Even if I try to hold the last pieces that remain of you
They melt away from my hands
I’m stained by someone that doesn´t exist
Is this what you wanted?
Was this just a game?
Did you win?
Are you lying to me?
The illusion we create is part of the story. The story we all tell also known as our life story. We control the way we want people to know our story. Although if we need to lie about it by adding to it then probably the problem is in the life we live. Maybe the problem is not in the ease to lie, it is just on the fear that controls us and makes us want to embellish our story. Maybe we just need to risk more, to swim naked, to kiss strangers, to dance in the rain and kiss in the moonlight. All we need is to go back to a place where we can be free… free from thinking this way.
