Lies

Was i living a lie?
If i was, who told me the lie?
I asked around and figured it must be me,
But i know i never lied to myself, unless i never realized it was a lie.

I used to walk with gentle steps, paces placed with awaress of their every sound. Every sound that made their way into my mind, and spoke of their deeper truths. Time and freedom were intertwined, and the only thing to pull at me was the desire to continue on. These lies in thought and memory now, both set in their decay.