deceit can be great

this is it my friends,
'tally ho' and 'goodbye',
'you're off you're fucking head' you said,
but i dont know why?
'i'm not' i replied,
i dont know why, i lied,
deceit seemed like a good way to go,
i doubt i'll ever know,
i dont know why.

the blanket truth

What is living?
Living is forgiving,
Forgiving for an existence,
With or without persistence,
Trying and denying,
Birth, then dying,
We are all trapped.
By what?
By life?
By strife?
Struggling to understand,
What we can’t comprehend,
What slips through our hands?
What is, or is not sand?
Creating the profound,
Letting the profound create itself,
What is our health?
And what is healthy?
Is it the air from the sea?
The sting from a bee?
The caffeine in coffee?
I doubt it.
We are all part of the blanket.