Poetic Injustice

[tyguy]

Wise men said, "only fools
rush in",
but wise men are made wise
by sin.

I know you for what you are,
I know you for what you were,
Even when you forget,
Or carelessly throw memories away.

Even when you forgot,
and careleslly threw memories away.

Wise men are fools,
Fools will one night be wise,
Lamenting their errs
on the coldest of nights.

Bitter, cold, infamy;
That we be held to the light of perfection,
That we be lost to the pursuit
of the most foul indirection.

Pain. Pain. Pain.
I remember the story you told,
I remember the feelings it brought,
I remember the dread of that day.

How much do we lie?
To others and ourselves,
To our brothers and our children,
To our friends,
dear and loved.

How true am I,
and in truth,
how much do I lie?