We all lie,
We lie to protect ourselves,
Protect those we love.
I lie to colour a story,
I lie to create magic,
I lie to myself about telling the truth,
After all, what is the truth?
At best, a matter of perception,
At worst, just another lie.
Does anyone really care?
Really? I mean: really care?
Then look around, go on, do it!
You think that’s air you’re breathing?
You think these colours are real?
Without light, there is no colour,
Colour is a clever illusion,
So, is life an illusion?
You think we are made of solid matter?
Think again, mostly energy, my friends.
We could be floating amidst an event horizon,
Unaware, just a lamented projection,
A cruel trick, but is it cruel? Hmm?
We feel alive, we love,
We breathe, we appear solid,
So, nothing to worry about?
In a billion years, will anyone care?
Even time is a lie, ticking away,
Slowing down, waiting to die,
Don’t lie to yourself,
We all lie.

©Paul Chafer 2014