Oh there is such splendour
Such lifting of the shoulders, such brightening of the eyes
When you stop telling lies.
Not the ones your tell others
They can be undone.
Those you tell your veins, your vessels
Those entrenched in blood.
So deep you don’t recall
Whether they were ever lies at all.
Yes those are the ones that weigh you down
That embed the frown
For no apparent reason
Whatever the weather whatever the season.
Until suddenly you realise.
Inside are the real lies.