Time is an invisible way of covering up our mistakes
It is a long process of attempting to heal wounds that will never close
We cannot erase time
Reflecting on my life story, time was but a virulence
A way of weaving in more lies to the already thick web of the fable
Lies can be fiction
A fantasy world where only I exist
Everything else is but an illusion
Illusions are my sanctuary
I unravel my lies in my own secret place
Disintegrate the illusion and give birth to a new one
I tell my story
I weave a new tale
One with glory, and guts
A yarn of excitement and nobility
Heartache and pain
With a happy ending
Always a happy ending
The ending draws near
The last line will snap
Sending my life of lies into an endless, unraveling spiral
Revealing the true nature of the world
The true meaning of my words
Bringing time to a stand-still
Dissolving illusions with truth
Telling the story of my life
Lies of protection guard my refuge from the world
There is no beginning
There will be no end
A life leaves an imprint
A dent in the land
A notch on nature’s bedpost
