Clueless Ink

“Is the world feeding us with lies because we have no appetite for the truth?”

We often empathise with people when their stories are wrapped in musically knitted words.

As a storyteller with flaws and listeners, I have only shared what you can absorb.

In life’s mud, problems threw me astray.

Struggling to heal, I wiped away the mud with tears of those I met along the way.

Now I’ll tell you a story where this musical tale shall conclude by echoing my final step, standing validated.

With my head held high, on the mercy of my narrow narrative lie, my well-crafted journey, painted thru a colorblind eye.

But I won’t delve further into my story, as it might spark understanding.

Let me resolve and accept the confusion within myself.

I’ll simply be silent, and it will make no sense;

I’ll not glue the puzzle with any further lies wrapped in musically knitted words, hitting the chord.

Hence, proved: it’s a simple math where my truth hides.