Terence

What is truth?  The story that one tells or the interpretation that one devours?

Cry wolf and be the world's best drama,

for i have seen enough.

Every scent of this addiction,

Is present with every puff.

The air you breath is oh so friendly,

and then it hits your lungs.

And out you spit your own pollution,

Affecting everyone.

If you don't trust what i have felt,

and you don't feel the same,

Then bid goobye to you i shall,

without an ounce of shame.

If reality is what you see,

then be my guest, enjoy.

But i will not succumb to actions,

that i see as a ploy.

To manipulate a structure,

Into thinking certain ways.

Your social inclinations,

have lost their impact on my days.

Be lead by treachery if you wish,

The path is emotionally barren,

But you'll have to travel it yourself,

for the truth to become apparent.