"UNTITLED"
 

I lie in my head
The past travels through me to the future
A future I cannot see or taste but can feel
A lie in my head calls me names
Still

I lie in my head and my heart stops to listen
Groping through the motions I call life
The beats get louder and my pulse quickens
The lies in my head have me believe I am here
Still

I lie in my head as if I could understand
What kind of evil makes up parts of man
Futile or future a few letters exchanges
Still

I lie in my head to write out my life
I should be the author only
So I name it "untitled"
And for once face the truth
And send it me
Still
 
 

"Jacquie"
 May, 2000