Communication 22

telling myself

The dead don’t sink

they keep rearing their head  

I keep telling myself

never speak ill of the dead  

I’ve laughed at the ludicrous

through sad tales I’ve wept  

I keep telling myself

the best secrets are best kept 

I am living among the taker

just one of many regrets 

I keep telling myself

he who gives rarely gets

I’ve lost faith in honesty

all my reasons I despise

I keep telling myself

there’s no truth in telling lies

I’ve felt my life pass me by

still it pains me to confess,

I keep telling myself

it’s all part of the process