"What"

"What"

There a little lie hiding behind the truth
because nothing can be pure. It's ideal,
purity and honesty. Nothing is
like that. It's too good to be true.

And there he stood waiting
in the rain. Are you a fool,
she asked. You'll get sick
if you stay there. Go inside.

And there he was waiting
across the street. Lights flicker
on and off. He was alone,
as far as he can see. Or was he?

There's a little truth behind the lies
we say. It's mandatory to give
away clues. You cannot lie
without the truth. Never.