I lie
and
I lie
and
I lie

I hide my behavior
to keep you safe.

I keep quiet
not to offend you.

I agree with you
to keep you happy.

I walk on eggshells
for you and
it’s never enough.

I lie
and
I lie
and
I lie

but when the truth
arrives at that
final moment;

jaws will drop
plates will shatter
dogs will growl

and
you’ll be long gone
after seeing what
a ghastly beast
I am

but for now

I lie
and
I lie
and
I lie

to keep us
together.

the secret of life is simple and two-prong
one, you gotta be lucky
two, appreciate things when they’re good
because they won’t be good forever
don’t sweat the small stuff
the big stuff’s coming

I tired of living by the pen,
in ink that never changed,
in words that never satisfied,
staring blankly from a page.

I wished to climb the mountains,
like some wild child free,
seeking answers not in stories,
but the rhythm of the sea.

I wished to dance the dance of life
and die the death of men,
and I never did surrender;
no, I fought until the end.

And I wrote in blood and water,
in oil and in tears,
painting whispers on the ceilings
of the places I had feared.

I etched them into mountainsides,
for others there to find,
and a trail of ink was all I saw
when at last I looked behind.