A RESOUNDING LIE

The fiber of existence is wound around a lie.

The world that we built is a lie.
But then so is my peace with it.

The pretty things I own are a lie.
But then so is my compulsion for them.

The dreams that I lost were a lie.
But then so was my desire for them.

The affection I receive is a lie.
But then so is my joy in it.

The truths that you swear are a lie.
But then so are my confessions.

The tears that you cry are a lie.
But then so is the smile that I fake.

Your love for me is a lie.
But then so is my belief in it.

The life that I live is a lie.
But then again I do not really live, do I?