A Century of Lies

-A Century of Lies-
by
Keaton Foster



Who am I
Am I real
Am I fake
Is this a dream
A nightmare
Am I asleep
In some distant place
All alone
Within my skin and bones
Imagining everything
Created from absolute nothing
Could it be possible
A likely explanation
For all that has ever been
Am I living in a century of lies
Created by me
Or imposed by something unseen
Will I ever wake up
Will I ever taste reality
Will I ever know for certain
Or is that the point
Fear of not knowing
Forcefully turned into believing
Faith through an assertion of truth
When what is true is speculative as best
After my death
Will I wake up
With widening eyes
Will I see the world
One of Gods and angels
Or one of monsters and demons
Have such places already been
Within an awakened realm
That I have been sleeping in
Such questions seem pointless
Written out for me to ask
Heretics often confess
That I am going to hell
Stage hands, not running the show
They are only doing what they
Assume is undeniably right
I ignore their plight
The direction of their words
And their actions seem to contradict
So here I am, persisting
Imagining everything that is within
Outward bound
Am I living in a century of lies
Will I know the truth upon death
Or will I know the opposite
Of what I have come to know as real
Is there any difference
Or more of the same
How will I know
Or simply I won’t
Does any of this matter
How could it ever
Who am I
Am I real
Am I fake
Is this a dream
A nightmare
Am I asleep
In some distant place
Or am I wide awake

I fear that I don’t know…


A Century of Lies
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012.