Different truths

Your eyes, your lips speak different truths of their own

The lips if they want to issue trite statements cherry picked from magazines

And the eyes glaze in boredom that the subject isn’t you.

When you talk the story has to say you are a martyr of your own life

Blame for things lie elsewhere, and your doorstep is scrubbed clean

You don’t notice the stains you have made lying there

Shielded from the beginning and never learning to grow or give

Though you congratulate yourself on your generosity.

You are as transparent as a window pane

With a memory as murky as a puddle where it suits

So carry on and drink

Salute yourself as no one else does

And you cry into your coffee cup at the lack of understanding.

You aren’t appreciated for the things you might have done

The world is always the same speaking a different truth

To. your own sacred song

Ailsa