I reflect back on my past lives wondering what if and how?
No roof over my head, no Truth in my mind, my life was dead.
My story keeps changing. I worry sometimes that I’m living a lie.
Relying on that lie to get by until it’s so true the story is past due.
I keep walking my way slaying these inner enemies.
Onward to a new life: My work is my wife. My lies are my truth.
Everybody living a story in their mind thinking it’s the Truth.