I know the lies when I write them down and shake my head,
In the deluded capacities of my brain,
I sweetly decline.
I drag the white and black to multitudes of grey,
I am comfortable,
With interchangeable ideas of light and darkness.
I accept the untrue,
Knowing it is.
What is it that I look for, then?
Peace? No.
War? No.
A land where I am forever intermittently in both.
Where I can pain and soothe.
I deny the good just as the bad.
I want the good just as the bad.
I do not want the straight line that crawls till eternity.
I don’t want a constant high or a constant low.
I want to soar.
And I want to crash.
I want to soar from a crash,
And oh, just free fall from there.
And as I write this, 
I know what it is. And I accept.
Dreams. Lies. Life.
My choice of truth.