So deep in my fear I reside Sleeping through day into dawn Never holding to reality Life is a series of lies Told as though my being exists only in a world where all is an act Time over time Over and again Layer upon layer Atop my head the Lie builds Never needing to be corrected Only added onto- expounded upon So that all is a lark Artificial with added color I don't get lost in it I live in it Never knowing when the arc will conclude It stretches on Flowing on beyond all my real dreams If I follow the Lie back can I find the beginning? Probably not Each new lump of disfigured life Distracts Reality with too much reality Then the reality hits I am not up to it To the Lie I have built