I’ll Tell You
I’ll tell you
If you really want to know.
But by then you’ll have known
It was a memory that is no longer true.
The past has a direction
I try my best to not inhibit
What’s best, but even my wallpaper is fake.
It won’t kill me but it will not last.
If I could only lie
I could say a memory equals time.
But if it does, it goes where we can’t be.
I say it hurts, otherwise it can’t still exist in the present.
I wonder why people would rather risk death, than to simply be alive.
A person must choose what they think is best,
To linger I’d even take a sinister sobriquet.