Oh now.
How the parallels have split and bent to become part of the vastness of what is.
It was a simmer in the heat of the sunlight before the calm of a gentle shower.
That flowers would bloom above the anarchy of all the fallen dew drops beneath the rain.

And when wonder became exact,
to being progress in an assembly line heading towards automation.

The shouts of rebel crowds would bleed in to a sea of heartbroken miseries as wide as the fallen wood.
For here was a simple pleasure.
That could bask in the blink of your eyes alone.
That would shatter at a cold touch from such warm hands.

Until
The first lie
The second lie
Then the third lie
I ignored
They continued
Then I was floored
No longer could I absorb
I could not ignore
All of my wondering
The answers came from you
There was more than just a few
Clue after clue
Two wrongs does not make it right
Now I have so much insight
Everything is not alright
In hindsight
Why fight
For what might
I will do my best to be polite
We will no longer unite
No appetite
Never come into my sight

A liar
I
Trusted
!!