Delusions

No one can seem to be

What they seem to be

Were they meant to see

This story

Or just the facets of the memory?

Would the two

Different sides of the same story

Clear the edges

From being so blurry

Can they even coincide?

What's there to show?
What's there to hide?

Somewhere between

Reality and the memory

Is the true story

But it's all history

There's always

Two sides to every coin

And different versions

Of every truth

And every lie

We try, to find our way

To just convey

How we perceive 

Each day

Do you believe

Or can conceive

A different version of your truth

Or were we simply

Just deceived?

Without ever really seeking proof