Tomorrow In Denial

Keeping secrets

About the future-

Where you want to go-

Where you want to be-

Who you want to surround you-

Is a self-defense mechanism, unlike

The denial of who we were yesterday,

And a feigned ignorance

That our past lives

Did not really exist according to who we are now



-I once lied, and lied, and lied

About my past and present self

Only to mask the insecurity

That I had only unrealistic notions

About some kind of future for myself



-Some of us learn at a young age

That lying about past events

Is a matter of survival within

An adult world that refuses to believe us

When we attempt to be honest about their tragic society



-Now, and forever after,

And without this vital knowleadge in our youth-

Our world remains steadfast and beholden

To the same truths as everyone on Earth



-And we can believe

That holding onto that false,

Innocent version of our personality

That we hold up to the world

Saves us somehow

From the truth of Earth's ugly,

All-knowing eye



-But be careful when you keep secrets

About the past from your future self



-You may walk into a room

Filled with people you had always

Planned to be around, disguised

In the cloak a long time ago you planned to wear



-And sitting, for you uncomfortably,

Is some remenant, some earth-caked corpse

Amongst all the future lies, that were true,

Honest in your heart and mind but now corrupted

By that single, living fossel of past remembered



-Come back to haunt you a little too soon,

Before the future could fully be envisioned



-And those that pile lies, upon more lies,

Until their cohorts are all just mirrors

Repeating each other's lies back to each other

Like a host of redundant, irritating gnats

Are the worst company anybody can keep



They are the very reason we stake out

A secret future full of lies

We keep deep inside- For if those lies

Are never revealed



-It is not quite failure, but a disapointment

We mention to someone someday

Also, noting before our passing

That life had to be lived the way it was



-And if survival is pertinant,

For ourselves, and for one another,

Than the only safe secret

Is one we keep that keeps us safe



-And damned to hell the liars that hurt people-



-You will notice the Earth surrounds them with mirrors

So the devil can find them

If they get lost on the way to hell



-And you will notice the mirrors

Change reflection

-And magnetic poles reverse

When the lies people present themselves to be

Scatter mythically in final resolution

Of a future beholden to the real events

Of an individuals true achievements



-For the mask worn in victory

Must also be worn in defeat

-The architecture of personality

-The underlying cause of an individual's goals

And reasons for existance-

Must be displayed to any beholder

In any place or time

As the true nature of the individual-



The fossel that gazes from across the room

-Invisible only to the falsehoods that attempt to hide it-

Shall be dug up, and stuck onto a shelf someday

Behind mirrors that do not reflect any judgement

Save a statement of facts undeniable

By anyone, or anything

That revels in adoration how Earth

Comes bearing gifts of sustenance

And discontent



-Often times wrapped in the same package