There’s none more deceitful
Nor dastardly and conniving,
Than those special people
Who express themselves through lying
Truth is ethereal
But lies are concrete
I guess the dishonesty
Provides stability beneath their feet.
The pursuit of truth
Is a journey never ending
It’s no straight path
Constantly winding and bending
With no destination
No end in sight
Along come the lies
To say they can make everything right
They each grab a hold
They pull the lies in tight
Grounding them in misery
And Impaling them with spite
Now they are stuck
With no place to go
The journey towards truth
Cannot be found on this road
They reach a dead end
As the road closes in behind them
This is their life now
And truth will never find them.
Sep 4, 2025
Sep 4, 2025 at 5:50 PM UTC
There’s none more deceitful
Nor dastardly and conniving,
Than those special people
Who express themselves through lying
Truth is ethereal
But lies are concrete
I guess the dishonesty
Provides stability beneath their feet.
The pursuit of truth
Is a journey never ending
It’s no straight path
Constantly winding and bending
With no destination
No end in sight
Along come the lies
To say they can make everything right
They each grab a hold
They pull the lies in tight
Grounding them in misery
And Impaling them with spite
Now they are stuck
With no place to go
The journey towards truth
Cannot be found on this road
They reach a dead end
As the road closes in behind them
This is their life now
And truth will never find them.