Deception
Deception
Come into the light, outta the dark
Why remain blind when you can choose to see?
You say ‘I’m not in the dark’
You say ‘I’m seeing mighty alright’
You say ‘All is well’
Others say ‘Well friend, only time will tell….’
Am I deceived? How can I tell?
True, deception is itself in a league of its own
You cannot know what you do not see
Yet how do you see if you don’t know what’s to see
It’s beauty you see is in it’s blind-sidedness
It’s silthering undercut, it’s stealth demeanour
It’s usurption of “right” with much well-crafted “wrong”
It’s encroachment upon a guard let down
Can the veil be removed, can the scales fall from our eyes?
Yes they can, when another causes what’s right & wrong to arise
Yet whether we accept the truth in all its glory
Is dependent on how much we are willing hear its story
How much we are willing to admit?
How much can we let down?
What can we really do without?
The greatest pain is to be deceived and not wanna know it
To be chasing a dream which remains just that
To be believing in something so wrong, yet so incredibly right…
To be wanting something desperately, yet always shunning the light
Come outta the dark, into the light
So that time would not need to put up a fight
