A poem about doing what must be done in order to find meaning when in truth there is none. |
-Only Deceiving- by Keaton Foster Lying I’m trying The truth No reason Seasoned La professional In a world of novice Only deceiving Is what I say What I tell myself It allows me sleep It allows me peace Otherwise There would be None I can’t face Who I am What I’ve done And become I must make this up Thus Fabrication Repudiation Hand over fists Grandest is the scale Escapism Via proliferation Lies upon lies If by the pound The weight Unbearably unrelatable If by the word Wisdom So damn absurd All broken clocks Are right twice All broken people Wander in circles Spreading disease Contagious minutia Forcing non-believers To ponder “what if?” Even if the obvious Is square one God above Gave us freewill The devil below Gave us no will In between we live So inclined Those so bound Those unlike The liar that is me Have little idea Only deceiving In need of no Truth nor reason I do what I must What is required I have limited regrets But that which I do Are increasing parts of my Dilapidated heart and soul Upon the page I’ll always find residence While in this world I’m sure That I have no home… Only Deceiving Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |