Does the sudden twist
lead you to wonder if life
 in fact,
is fact or fiction
or does it lead you to believe
that you’ll never tell a lie?

You told yourself it was ok to see nothing,
while on the morning after
you got your wish to finally come true ,
which brought forth today,
covered in blackness,
and pasted fiction into a heart
filled with darkness.

And yes, Yesterday’s
do come true ..Today...

Yesterday’s memory was only vague today,
but today you told the same lie,
a thousand times and
another addiction
is just another lame excuse to lie. 

 Realization is non-fiction,
so now there’s no need for you
to be filled with sadness
all because you got your wish to come true ,
and
life woke you up 
SHOUTING,
"You're no better than the rest
when you tell a lie; if it could happen to them,
it could happen to you".

Is this the painted picture that fooled you
more than twice?

Is this the painted picture
during the quiet moments
 you let  comfort you, and
then come inside?

Is it real lies,
realizing,
real lies come true
or is it
your life story that is a lie?

Is the story of fiction, your addiction,
your life story, 
and in the end will be the first to go?

Or is it a sudden impact 
twisting free non-fiction?

Copyrights 2003, Rosalyn R Walker