forgotten

i can still remember my sweet lies,
tricking even myself till everyone dies.

i told you what you wanted to hear,
you listened to me with an open ear.

a promise to never change,
from reality, totally out of range.

perhaps it's all meant to please,
eventually bringing us all to our knees.

is it my fault i didn't know?
nothing's real, it's all a show.

it takes great pain to open our eyes,
pain helps us see the good in all our lies.

when i love i hope it's not fake,
wishful thinking is icing on this cake.

solitude slowly takes it's toll,
searing flesh like hot coal.

the sinful past is now forgotten,
making fresh all that's rotten,
eternal solitude the only way,
everything perfect for a day.

it takes great pain to open our eyes,
pain helps us see the good in all our lies.

remembrance of a flawed past,
carries the soul like a mast.

now the hurt of loneliness is lost,
forgetting this has it's cost.

cycling furiously, love is like suicide.
desire to ride it, surfing it's tide.

if love was not blinding,
forgetfulness not binding,
nirvana could be reached,
nature of humanity breached.

Copyright © 1999 Keith Simmons