Truth, a confusing thing, it is.
Truth, say it or not, exists.
Promised truth to yourself,
truth to others,
Wait ! Did you weigh the chances of their getting hurt by it ?
Or the consequences of their finding your lies ?
Call him your best friend,
Ever wondered what he deserved ?
His smile over trust or trust over smile,
Which will you choose ?
Huh ! Select any,
There's always this later you'll loose.
Can a hidden truth be rated a lie ?
Will a false, told to ease things, be called a lie ?
I wish I were allowed eavesdropping
Into future's noise,
If not, at least were blessed
With the wisdom to make right choice.
All this to save a delicate tie,
'Cuz an unexpected Truth,
renders everything else a lie.