Why is the sky blue
Why does reality not equals truth
Why is Veritas a question of Perspective,
Why the greeks used Aletheia,
Why is life around since Pangea,
May be a reason
For liars being so creative,
Or, most likely, for us
To be simplistic and naive.
Perceptive may we be, thus,
Cause the world's frightening,
Cause it's definitely sickening,
It's pain always singing screams
While we're staying awake,
Along with all our dreams.
Bow towards the end of the world, Throw a flat stone into a calm lake,
Seeing it bounce as a flavour of cake.
Because we've all been born Yesterday,
Give or take a year, a month, a day,
Shattered hopes and children forlorn
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