The Lie Poem by C.A. Morrow

When did he first see the great LIE?
A mission only a lifetime could employ
Entering the chapters of the mind's book
Fearing to take yet another closer look

Aspirations of lost youth turned to dust
Memories like pipe dreams tend to rust
Searching the visions of unknown faces
Revisiting the halls of those forgotten places

When all seemed, as life, in vain
And pills no longer visit the pain
He stares into the mirror's eye
And finally he sees
It's all a lie! ! !