There is a degree of honesty in my lie, 

my words are what my feelings belie,

If you look closely you’ll see how they fit – 

a lot better than I’m willing to admit.

There is more fact in my fiction, and more fiction in my fact,

My reality is merely a different rendition, of a universal pact.

I could be born again, 
once more be a person in pain.

I could be rebuilt as a boat, 
against harsh tides tiny yet afloat.

Or I could be a memory of the blind, 
floating back and forth
 in the consciousness of their mind.

All I want is to be me and more, 
become a character from a famous lore.