False Truth

How do you live your life knowing you’re living a lie? How do you admit to yourself that everything you know is false? I’ve been thinking, loving, hoping it’ll all make sense one day. But will it ever? I really must ask. Will I keep wandering this world aimlessly, looking for a broken light among thousands of lies wrapped in shadow and deceit forever? What’s true? What’s false? Or do neither exist and only opinion stands in place? So in this world, filled to the brim in false truth, what is love? Does it even exist? Have these flowing emotions within been only my imagination as I stare into the eyes of the one I’ve longed for so? When I kissed those gentle lips was it a lie? Is everything around me just figments of my childish imagination? But then, if everything is false, then my words are false too.