Profess
The most promising lie
Is the one you see every morning
The most empty of hearts
Belongs to the one who steals yours
How do you know,
That colors are everything they appear to be?
What if everything we see,
Really is just a different shade of grey?
There’s an ache inside each of us
One for which there is no medication
There’s a moment of every day
One in which we all no longer want to go on
What can we believe,
If even hope becomes a dying myth?
Why should we smile,
If the inspiring moment merely interrupts reality?
We spend our lives fighting for a purpose
While we all have a place to be buried
We say things to inspire motion
While we’re staring at a wall
Where can you find home,
If your heart is dead and gone?
When does the punch line kick in,
With the epiphany that losing everything can be too much to handle?
Copyright © Seth Cross | Year Posted 2010
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