The lies we tell ourselves,
form foundations.
Haphazardly laid,
so we may function
in a world
that lacks truth
and meaning.
Though we claim
it is solid,
on occasion
It is exposed
brittle,
damaged by time
and exposure,
until inevitably
comes collapse.
Among the ruins,
we stagger blinded,
dazed and confused.
Though soon enough,
We are forced to rebuild
using all that came before
to construct
a new narrative,
until time tests us,
once more.