On Whom I’ll Give Truth Serum
Too often I’m surrounded by lies of all kinds
Seeing the makings of truth
And instead of just seeing the world of my eye
I am trapped in the crafts of my mind.
Too often one’s victim to the faults of the heart
To the hubris or fear or blind joy
But instead of just living by the beat of the heart
I want to see the world with emotions apart.
Too often I’ll seek out another’s false cries
To break down the false notions they spout
But instead of just looking by the weight of ego
I’ll dismantle my own tower of lies.