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,

Or differentiate,

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.