True Lies

Just thinkin bout the mysteries got me trippin off of tv. An explosion of thoughts come through my mind like an action movie. All of a sudden everything looks and seems like bullshit like a hidden gem that turned out to be plastic. My mind's elastic and stretches out to many forms and many ways catching strays thrown in my direction, my way. I don't play. Not all the time. So literal. So focused. On the literal looking in between the physical cuz most truth is invisible. Catch it or not it won't be my heartbreak. Won't be my unsolicited piece of cake. I bite down on the real, not the fake. It could end up being torture, a headache. I hope you can relate. Too many times have I been baptized in a lie-filled lake.