You Tell Me?

So do I lie?
Have I buried my feet deep underneath
The sand castles built by my
Cracked hands?

Do I deceive not only you,
But myself and my own heart?
Do I take myself for granted?
Or do I lie about the whole matter entirely?

Is it true what I tell you
When I look into your eyes
Dead ahead,
Without a skipping of my voice?

Lies are a part of my heart
A part of my mind
A part of my soul
And I’m sure any god would agree.

But you should ask yourself
Why would he lie?
Why would he deceive them all?
There must be a reason, right?

Right is right.
As long as a lie didn’t answer
For me
Or truth twisted itself in my hands.

So, in the end, do I lie?
Are my feet buried deep
In damp sand unable to break?
Well, you tell me.