When we live with but lies, can there be truth?

I

When we live with but lies, can there be truth?
Love is timeless, still we seem to run out.
Undisturbed water, innocent as youth,
How is it that lies we can’t live without?
Slowly, it works to change our innocence,
It makes us seem like something we are not.
Our lives, now tainted with subtle insolence.
How can we fix that which we have forgot?
Clear skies, clear minds, unidentified sighs.
Our eyes, now disarmed of all existence,
Still we don’t see how time just flies and flies,
Lies seemingly thinning our resistance.
But still never forgetting what’s been done.
The end’s a lie of the truth that is none.

II

Can skies be blue when eyes are faded grey?
The taste lingers on our lips forever.
The words and the thoughts we could never say
Were mixed in the light, lost by things better.
The world once was flat, it never did spin,
The world, it used to be the only one.
This love, desperately trying to win
Is carefully hidden by the bright sun.
Although it does try its best to shine through
The seven repeated days just fly by,
They make the faded grey eyes see skies blue
No longer hidden by the clouds so high.
Is there a reason amongst all our kind?
A masterpiece twisted into our minds.