Before I become the truth

Must I be the lie?

 

Living it day in and day out

With tedious self-consciousness

 

So many facades to keep up

So many consistencies to maintain

 

What if the point of keeping appearances

Is only to exhaust me to the point of death…?

 

…And ‘I’ no longer exist?

Who then, will be?

 

Who will continue?

And what will continue?

 

If ‘I’ die

Who will live?

 

And how will truth live

Without lying?