truth of lying
The truth of me is
that I am not.
There is no truth
only lies who tell a story
Even these words are not real
Neither is person making them up
Or are you just reading words
They want you to read.
And did I not write this,
but you did.
You're seeing the words
that are here.
They are in your mind.
The truth is none excistend
and that's why the lie is:
That there is no truth
Only what you see
And what you can understand.
that I am not.
There is no truth
only lies who tell a story
Even these words are not real
Neither is person making them up
Or are you just reading words
They want you to read.
And did I not write this,
but you did.
You're seeing the words
that are here.
They are in your mind.
The truth is none excistend
and that's why the lie is:
That there is no truth
Only what you see
And what you can understand.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| April: | Maandag, februari 09, 2004 20:59 |
| It is so unreal to read the words, you didn't write. and to feel emotions comming up by something that is not even there. Strange world... great truth. Greetings A,- |
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| The unreachable: | Maandag, februari 09, 2004 10:51 |
| Hmm..een héél mysterieus, en diepgaand gedichtje...The truth of lying, héél goed beschreven, what is truth annyway? I love it..T'zit echt iets in! Great job! | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Joyka | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 09 februari 2004 | ||
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