Beautiful Lie

by joetwo

Is this, all of this, a lie?
Do stars not shine?
Do clouds not bring rain?
Does whatever goes up
Eventually come down?
Sometimes I wonder
If all I see and hear
The glories of touch, smell and taste
Are not just illusions
Perfectly crafted phantoms of existence
In place for an unknowable purpose
But then I look at the world
In all it’s majesty and splendour
And I think
If it is a lie
Then it is the most beautiful lie indeed