Each of Us

like the truth
of each morning sun
whether you see it rise
behind the bars of your window
beyond your thatched hut
or about the horizon
of your timeless beach
each of us
is performing a must we choose
like the truth
of a morning sun

like the lie
of an eclipse
nibbling at the edges
of the moon
we lay marooned
in our own shadows
sketching out perceptions
we lie so convincingly
in the many names of virtues
morals, values, experiences ...
we fill up chalkboards
and so easily answer questions
our voices ricocheting off
each other's mask
as if we have a second chance
at life that is fast fleeting
only to leave behind
our footprints
like the lie
of an eclipse

like the dream
we half-awaken to
yet prolong
like a favorite tune
we recall out of the blue
whose lyrics we have forgotten
yet hold on to the half-memory
we have so much imbedded
within each of us
that we seldom touch
or care to express
and carry on in the pretences
of our own reality
preaching our truths
performing our lies
and prolonging hidden dreams