The Fact That You Lied Wasn't Really the Issue, It was What You Were Lying About

Did it all seem fake to you, too?
When the sun went down,
The lights went off,
The shops closed up,
The music stopped.

Did they seem like lies to you, too?
When the flowers bloomed,
The rain came down,
The children grew,
The apple dropped.

The openness that didn't mean a thing,
Because at night you would still sit and ask,
Was it true?
And know that the question was what really mattered,
Anyway.

But sometimes,
I think back on that day and wonder,
Was it too late?

Because when the plane took off,
The laughter stopped,
The guards came down,
The sight was blocked,
I thought I might have seen something in your eyes,
Which could have saved it all.

But truly, I think they were fake,
Fables to get little children to sleep,
Before the sun went down,
The lights went off,
The shops closed up,
The music stopped.

But the question is,
What did they hide?
Because, god knows, they did their job well.