More than fiction

A city angel
Perhaps
If you saw me at the right angle
A likeness
Of a debased truth
My life is fiction 
But what is the reality
Other than what we  perceive?
What do I breathe
Other than stale air?
I am silent
In all respects but one...

And within every vow that stands
Nothing is written in stone

I believe in rights of passage
And in love
Even when the world seems colorless

Reviews

[Laura Lynn]

got to stand for something at various times, even if what we stand for has to change at times

[F. Barium Deus]

Indeed, the truth as we each know it stems from our own perception, very true!

[deeps]

Nothing is ever writen in stone! ah! But it is Death is. I like this thought this was wonderfully written.