I told a little lie today,
I told it honestly,
Well, I made it seem as honest as a little lie could be.
I made a little story,
For my lie to hide in,
It seemed to make more sense if it had somewhere to begin.
To house that little story,
I built a bigger tale,
It helped me to remember each minute detail.
And then to hold that tale,
I built a little world,
A world in which my little lie could never be unfurled.
And then when it was big enough,
Because it had the room,
I hid a few more little lies in there amongst the gloom.
And then before I knew it,
It was so full of lies,
That they drifted into this world right before my eyes.
And then they intermingled,
With the truths I kept out here,
And the line between the world, the truths, the lies became unclear.
And then I couldn't see them,
Between the things I know are true and those I fabricate.
And then the little world,
In which I housed my lie,
Became the one I can't escape no matter how I try.