in which i live in my own mind

We've told lies today
and we will tomorrow,
we'll keep swallowing the same putrid words
that no one really believes.

and I think I'm
going crazy sometimes
like i can feel
things
that no one else has imagined
like i've found a world
that locks everyone else out

where we don't lie
where untruths
don't coat everything we do
in a fine sheen of filth
of invisible guilt and
meaningless cruelty.

but I think
perhaps
I'm more of an expert in
impossible dreams
then in reality



it's what comes from living
in my mind