Warning Label

when lies get so old they can't find the way back to the truth

Warning Label

 

We climb the misty summit

To where the stars can touch the earth,

Seeking our destination,

To find the innocence of birth.

The circle bathed in mystery,

The land of all the secrets told;

To light the lamp of sacred tales,

And retch as gutless tales unfold.

 

The night is warning, speaking slow,

To ensure the message is recognized.

Some bitter secrets are kept inside,

The hidden truth now bastardized.

Forgiveness? Hard to quantify,

And frequently the label’s wrong.

A lie is best told willingly,

With hungry truth just dragged along.

 

dan © 2015