There are no end to i

All the lies and depression

Just more and more

Until the world becomes



Living in the era of


A story is always true

A story is sometimes false

It does not matter

Truth-seeking is best not made

By believing in stories

They are readymade fables

” I started poor and had to work my

Way up from the floor”

Do never question this because

Reality might make the beautiful

Myth crack in the most awful way


This is a terrible day

Filled with snow and

Bad explanation 

No regrets, no faults

Only lies and rain