We are all lost.
You are the only believer
of your own lies,
I know too well
but I’m not the one to condemn.
I just observe,
in the grief I allow.
We are all lost.
We are all the same.
We are the mirror
and the face in it.
We are our pain
and what caused it.
We are the cord we weaved,
and the scissors that broke it.
The perpetrators,
the bandits and the thieves,
the destroyers,
and the wounded, robbed ones.
We are all lost.
Do not be fooled.
