Through boundless tides of the digital sea, Shadows beckon, whispering: "Who will you be?" With faceless freedom, it's tempting to try, To don a false mask, let the truth pass by.
Keys carve illusions, a screen paints the guise, Shaping false faces with whispering lies. A borrowed name, a story untrue, A fleeting escape where lies break through.
But why should I trade my essence away, Letting lies flourish and lead me astray? For truth is my armour, my compass, my light, A sanctuary where I stand upright.
I am myself β unshaken, sincere, No pretences to wear, no shadows to fear. Let the world weave its threads of delusion and sham, I stand resolute, for I am who I am.
Dedicated to Mister Truth and inspired by The Brand New Phony Fakers Poetry Group (Currently Under Construction)