A thousand lies I'll live to tell
That wither bone like age's touch
A million more take me to hell
From that I grasp a broken crutch
The coldest gust of forlorn thought
Clout minds adrift on unsung paths
The kindest heart I ever sought
Brings me to flaming aftermath
A lie is nothing but a sin
That burns my soul to dust
A place where final feats begin
Where lies will meet the coldest gust
My vacillating thoughts cavort throughout my head
Glissading like indefatigable water bugs in a pond
Their tides ripple my understanding
Their agitations warp my disposition
My wavering waters refract ideas
Conveying disbelief
Solid stone pieces glide throughout that board
Like water bugs in my mind