You tell lies and wonder how
I manage to know somehow
That you’re lying all the way
In my face with no dismay.
You keep wondering how I know
That the truth will not be shown
To my eyes by you today,
You keep wondering while I say:
“I pray for humans to come clean,
Lying is not something keen
I wish they could all know
That truth will eventually be shown”.
Still you wonder who I am
Knowing things that you don’t name.
Why keep wondering for such long time,
Instead of finding your own intuition and light?
Intuition is my secret,
Biggest gift that I am seeking
In my day to day life
Knowing truth, not taking lies.