my bed of roses

i seek solace

in things i dont understand.
in things i cant do.
in things i dont want to say.
in people i'll never trust.
in everything that isnt what it seems to be.

after all, we are all living a lie.
the truth is nothing more then a well packaged lie.

at the core of everything else,
i think we'll all eventually lose ourselves.
to something we'll never understand.