Poem
What lies beneath the skies?
Is it the stars?
What lies beneath the stars?
Is it our eyes?
Our eyes that turn crescent-shaped
As we stretch our lips?
But, what lies beneath our eyes?
Could it be, the ground?
You might be tired of hearing it
But I will ask again,
What lies beneath the ground?
Is it...
Our lies?
That are hidden eight feet below the ground
With chains all around
And locks with keys nowhere to be found?
As we look at the skies,
Swear to the stars,
Turn crescent-eyed
And lie for the truth to be buried deep inside?
