Honeyed Lies

We're stardust...no more or less

No More Than Honeyed Lies`

Our lives be naught but

Honeyed lies comprised

By capricious butterflies

so if it feels a bit surreal

You should not be surprised

That masked amongst

The fog and mist

lie scaley things that

writhe and twist

That hope and dreams

be not what they seem

And tis futile to resist

The dream in which

we think we dwell

exists only in our mind

sparkles of neurons

crackling of axons

an eerie kind of shine

we’re naught but stardust coalesced

Naught but figments of fog

and mist

Yet are cursed or...perhaps blessed

to exist...to live and die

As naught but

...Honeyed lies...

Author's Note

just playin' with words!