LITTLE LIE

Afraid of truth
I stand in a snow-covered field
Of white lies,
Hoping no one see my footsteps

It's easy to be polite,
Hold my tongue,
Say the easy words
But it's cold here.

Big lies count
We say the safe things
Rational, correct
Expedient, cowardice.

My world would split open
If I reveal the truth
My wife departs?
My friends quit?

Can I find my way back
Across this desolate meadow?
Discover the genuineness lost
Under this white cover.

The field would warm
To spring flowers,
Spreading out in bright beauty
Bringing fragrant honesty.


Dave

5 March 2004