Converse sessions
Of Suffocating shoes
Afloat,drifting
Towards the shore
Guided by the winds
Wherein truth surfs
Falsely
Sinking in miles
Of current
Disobeyed
By nature.
Conversations in my head
Played and replayed
Words washed up
At the tip of my tongue
I lie and lie
Lie even more
Till the debris
Of reality
Rids me of truth
The very truth
That deceives
My existence.