Everybody Lies

Ask all the questions you want, but when you fall back into the pit of error, try to remember there was a way to crawl out of it in the first place.  Do not listen to me, I am a fool.  The things that have been least important to mankind have been swept out of their homes, and I have been paid to pick them up.  I am standing, one step away from the cliff with a dog nipping at my heals.

The waste has become me, and I have become the waste.  Will I be able to reach the heights to shine a lantern for those attempting the climb?  Some days, I doubt it.

The greatest lies of all time sit within me.  They do not have much use except for that nobody wants them anymore.  What humanity has never wanted is where you find the true worth.  They have wanted so much.  Sometimes that oppresses me.

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About johnsmithiiimxiii

John Smith, IIMXIII is the avatar of an award winning poet, artist, etc. who still lives in the Palouse country of the Pacific NW. He has not received much notice with his prose . . . but as his avatar, I hope that he keeps plugging along.

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