Lies

Wondering no solution
Too much lies and pollution.
Nothing is true under the sun
People lie, even father to son.

Writing is all lies.
Poetry is fed by lies.
Only a few words reflects the truth
If you have eyes to see the earth.

therefore say some more lies,
We can read your lies before we die
But to tell the lie needs great wisdom,
Let me take care of my kingdom.

My mind is never restful,
Tormented by wild joys which are not peacefully.
Take the pain, oh faithfully sleep
Before I am trapped on a mountaintop steep.

Let the dreamers read thees lies
Let fond lovers read these words which never dies.
Let them have joy in the reading of art
But this art was a torment to my heart.

say, he lied.