a contradiction show, also a challenge.

Cause everything vanishes with the time;,

i didn't think of,
but something has brought me to this side...

What it's a lie?
and why it's has been invented?

i got the floating feeling,
in my laked mind,
that the -truth-, as itself,
is a wonderful fighter,
and even if you cannot see it,
without intention,
she fights till you focus your eyes.

if all the arrows in your mind,
the perpectives,
and the questions,
leads you,
eventually,
to the same deduction,
it must be,
some kind of truth.

Cause i don't like being something,
neither being nothing,
and i hate the middles,

And here i still am,
fighting to focus,
this blurred, sick, and exhausted eyes,
to the tired truth,
that seems to be,
no longer fighting to find this eyes.

-the secret teller-
to overcome, maybe.

I apologize for what i must do,
before it pass;

i'll have to lie,
fuck.

and then, for now:
i will try not to burn up to me,
along the lie.

A challenge to rise.