Gynt
What is the truth of reality The evisceration of fantasy Who are we truly Behind the guise of falsity Where lies and libels cannot touch us Wherein we ignore forgeries Composed versions of ourselves Those that hide in between the lines Of the stories we write of our lives We are double edged swords And two sided mirrors Panes of glass that shatter At the slightest brush of fingers We are immortals In the semblance of prose Seemingly nonexistent Yet in death our infamy grows What is the truth of our cores Who are we when we ignore ourselves When we wither away into husks Oblivious to our nature Our humanity Our personality Our individuality Do we become lies Forever cursed to relive our falsified existence Our souls bound to the wrong reality Our spirits lost in a sea of enmity Forever losing our true selves And no longer can we have truth When we are comprised of multiple lives Insurmountable, impenetrable lies When we have lost ourselves In the vast expanse of individuality Is it possible Is it human To lose yourself While becoming yourself Because really yourself Your truest self Is it real? If you lie, are you real?
- Lainie Genry