In underneath the lies I crept, and <br />Found myself in the story tellers inner zone, <br />He has no face he has no name, because as a group collective <br />We are all but basically the same, <br />When underneath the lies I crept, society alone was the founding, funding blame, <br />But trying to relay this confuses and infuses me as I appear, appearing as a fantasying nutcase, I’m isolated as unknown once again, <br /> <br />So they wish me away to an unknown place, as far away as they can in mind <br />To keep me pushed out of their paradigm so scared and threatened of any change, <br />But I’ll come back once more my friend and it will <br />Be underneath the lies again <br /> <br />For we as people are a lonely race in a lonely crowded intruding place <br />we are a people with heads firmly fixed into the ground but, the sun still goes up and still comes down, <br />So we cheat, we lie, we play are silly games, but we don’t see we’re throwing it all away but no-one Ever ask why and its all accepted at the end of the day, <br />Leaving us weak in living our lives dreaming of drams we dreamt to come true and we will do anything to make them true in our eyes, <br />so we cheat and we beg and we lie to get ahead…. <br /> <br />And it’s here underneath these lies I've crept<br /><br />Daniel Richards<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/underneath-the-lies/
