Truth has strange faces.
The one you tell your lover,
Cut, edit, pasted and repasted.
Truth has strange eyes.
The one you tell the passer-by,
Uncut, no edit, no paste, it just is.
Truth has strange smells.
The one you tell no one, but she knows
She slept with you naked on the floor.
Truth has strange shapes.
The one you tell your best friend,
The orgy you want to drink and forget.
Truth has strange faces.
You see all of it each day.
Yet what you claim as truth your way,
Isn't the same for you everyday.
