Grey

Scrape the surface and the lie is revealed. Just shovel away the attempts at discovery and uncover the truth behind the black curtain of rationality. Windswept, grey fields of science sway in the stale air of denial, lying to the cereal that feeds our minds. Once twice three times we hang on to a dream that dies inside everyone of us every time we swallow our forcefed sleep.
Drink liquor to make the pill taste less bitter, but the warmth of sleep and illusion just rises like bread to the surface of our hearts and forces the question. Why?
With denial time passes, while the murmurs of discontent grow inside, boiling, breeding, foaming over- spilling into our waking lives. One day no amount of chemicals will be able to hide the dark cloud of sobriety and truth that pervades and swallows our happy squalor. I look and avoid eye contact with the truth, but life is nothing without fear, great insurmountable mountains of truth and sharp blades of condemnation that will be our downfall.
Lie to me, make me happy.
Truth, if it exists, will prove nothing. Except it's obsolescence.
Thank you.