TO TELL THE TRUTH
I would like to tell the truth
the whole truth
& nothing but the truth
but what if so help me
the truth can`t be spoken only lived?
What if there's nothing words can tell us
that isn't a lie because words aren't
quite the things they say they are?
Simply declaring we each
have our own mother tongue
doesn't really exhaust all the guises
Thought has become so entwined
with language I can`t remember
the last idea that didn't come written down
Are we all cells in the same body
or cells in the same prison?
Do you want me to turn everything
up side down or inside out for you?
Must I resort to insinuating metaphors
& blatant paraphrases to get myself across?
Even the unspoken words silently
going through my pockets are suspect
You're not reading a page of fire
You're lighting a labyrinth of longing