To Lie is Fine

To Lie is Fine

by Husam (Sam) Salman

I went into the book,
I settled on posts of life.
I tried to turn my head but couldn't,
So I read and wrote…and drown.

Once I heard a holler, I looked again
I wrote back and twice my logic cried!
If my friend hadn't been so cold
I might still have him with.

But he was nowhere to be found!

He withdrew – detached and became so very cold!

I took to the streets of the book and asked for thoughts
Opinions flew – and was slaughtered by the sheep.
I thought about how I became fodder
And thought I would stop caring – altogether.

I was the one alone now, cold! Alone…
I stood crying and lost!
If you know me, you would have met me half way
Acquainted, by proxy alone – I've never been to your house.

But you felt you knew me well enough to reply! Such replies!

So this is living…hmm,
I will live on, I guess.
I could've care for you too – publicly

…But will no longer…

This life I was born to, has been private

Though you read my postings,
Though you may see me --
Don’t tell me the truth,
Because I may tell you the same.

Lie is fine! Who cares – right?