Never wanted to be proven wrong
Even when trapped in a corner
As my mind races to cover up yet another
What started out as one little innocent white lie
Has splintered out into uncountable amounts
There is so much beneath the surface
of what we are being told,
like cream rising to the top of milk,
like layers in the ocean,
like light filtering in only through the top.
The rest is inky darkness,
so much life and truth swirling beneath the surface.