Underneath The Lies Poem by Daniel Richards

In underneath the lies I crept, and
Found myself in the story tellers inner zone,
He has no face he has no name, because as a group collective
We are all but basically the same,
When underneath the lies I crept, society alone was the founding, funding blame,
But trying to relay this confuses and infuses me as I appear, appearing as a fantasying nutcase, I’m isolated as unknown once again,

So they wish me away to an unknown place, as far away as they can in mind
To keep me pushed out of their paradigm so scared and threatened of any change,
But I’ll come back once more my friend and it will
Be underneath the lies again

For we as people are a lonely race in a lonely crowded intruding place
we are a people with heads firmly fixed into the ground but, the sun still goes up and still comes down,
So we cheat, we lie, we play are silly games, but we don’t see we’re throwing it all away but no-one Ever ask why and its all accepted at the end of the day,
Leaving us weak in living our lives dreaming of drams we dreamt to come true and we will do anything to make them true in our eyes,
so we cheat and we beg and we lie to get ahead….

And it’s here underneath these lies I've crept