The Illifiction of Deceit

Everything is not what it seems. Am I awake or is this a dream. As I replay these thoughts in my mind, I’m picking up the pieces traveling back in time. The sunset on which I’m gazed. What people do and say I’m never amazed. The words that aren't heard, Are the words most feared. Things are not always as they appear to be. No matter what you think you might see. Our eyes alone will tell the truth, But our actions and repeated history now that is our proof. You ask what is deception? To me it is our self-examination. In my conscious I’m feeling guilty I got to know what I did. After finding the substance to truth, it grounded me like a kid. I got to save what’s left of my soul, I cannot let this deceit win control. The illusion that my insides see, My faith allows me to be free. I sought my destiny beyond my mind, And without fate had hoped to find. As I look in the mirror at my reflection, I’m changing me completely without hesitation. We live in a world they claim that its secure; But this illness of deception has no cure. Proverbs 6:16-19 No one who practices deceit shall dwell in my house; no one who utters lies shall continue before my eyes.