A mere cosmic mistake? Nah! I must be a sculpture by some seasoned…
Time flies, as usual, at its usual pace
and hearts beat inside us all.
We know the truth; we know
what lies that side of the wall
but still we vow
to break it down.
Yes, when we know
truth is bitter,
we just spit on its face
and once again (like many times before)
the insidious lie and torture
our poor little souls.
It’s good that we know not what God knows.
Living with lies grips us better before the final fall!
And I am not yet ready, yet again…