The lie

If all is deception then a truth must exist,
But should it step forth
Will it remain but a myth?
What does it take to escape from the lie?
Is to channel the pure, to live to deny?
Take the bold stroke and reveal the show
For when all is dust
Yesterday's silence is tomorrow's woe.

The close

Looking back it could've been better
But when the heart isn't in it
All that's left is a letter,
To spell out the reasons why it must end
To emphasise the fact the soul cannot bend.
It's a fragile thread that keeps things in place
Seemingly sturdy but patterned with holes like lace.

The net

So here it is

Another beginning

Another chapter yet to unfold,

Another sense of unravelling reels
Another chance to break the mould.
To change the shape of something so set

To initiate a hiccup, escape the predictable

Break from the net.