Evolution's Spoiled Fruit

 the truth is a chameleon. changing its colors to match our perspective. 

the lies are gorgeous. in their ruffled gowns. disguising all those dirty corners. 

when we're young we want everything. certain everything wants us. 

as we grow old we learn how common we are. a million thieves more than willing to take our place. 

i've argued with the storm. i've debated with gravity. holding my fists up to the rain. stabbing at the outlines of circumstance. hating every color. 

we gathered our ladders. but we couldn't climb. 

all the pages were damp. all the words were strangers. 

we shrug off the ashes. but the fire still burns..