Follower

I was a naïve follower
A believer of every lie
As long as it was coated in milk and honey
With little drops of sugar.
I was a little girl with a mind of the old and ignorant like an infant

I am fully aware
Familiar with the lies
Have laid in bed with the truth
And believe it
I will question why water tastes so tasteless

I’ll wear my ignorance
And dance under the moonlight of sadness
As long as it’s exactly what it is
I will follow a deserted path as long as it heads home
To what I know as the truth.

Hypermind