Nothing is true
All the things you told yourself
All the things you know
every place you see and every place
you go

Nothing is true.

But your innocent heart
it beats like a river
trying and trying and trying
to deliver something
anything
a thing or two
so that you won’t feel blue.

And so it pounds and you hope
and look to the sky
and inside
and feel calm and bespoke
you’re an old soul,
you tell yourself,
not quite convinced.

Promises fall like rain
you’re soaked
puddles and floods
and wet fur,
wondering…

Empty Promise.

Promises fall like rain
you’re soaked
puddles and floods
you walk through
wondering…

And hope wanders
but is not lost,
like you were promised
hope, like promises
is never lost.

Hope, like promises
Empty, like promises
never lost, like promises.

It’s best to put these words away
they will not help you
rescue the day
they will only cause you pain,
they are like beauty.

It’s best not to look.