Liar
In the twilight of a summer evening,
the liar sings with bittersweet promise
of long forgotten childhood dreams.
There in betraying illusion
he finds his essence of being,
making you twist and turn
to the notes of his gilded flute.
Don’t question his motives,
for you may be surprised to find out
that his lies are much sweeter
then your comfortable truths.
Boasting his talents,
and there are many,
he puts on the mask of maestro,
orchestrating your perfect demise.
Brave, if you are,
you’ll applaud his betrayals,
for he has used the best of you up.
The orchestra is playing on,
and he is now conducting.
You are swaying along,
taken by this magic lure.
People don’t change,
some finally grasp it,
that the liar is who leads them on...