What if
Everything
I ever knew
Was all a lie? A fake?
Would everything I thought
Fake be real? You nor I would
Cease to exist, our fears, hold us down
And we thought they were fake! Ha! How
Stupid did we think this would would let us
Believe we ruled it? How many years have we told
Ourselves we owned it, conquered our fears, only to have
Their roots ripped from the graves from dead ones
To tease us with our soon lack of self-confidence.
When we see what we created? If it was all
Fake, our imagination then would only
Cease to be a lie. We even base the
New realness, the former fake,
Off our own former lives
Because we are
Stuck to it
Like bees
To
Honey