Narrative

How can we be sure
That the story isn't more of a lie
Cos we refuse to die in silence

How can we be sure
What we've written isn't shorter
Than the lines that we were sent here for

People share their stories like their truth
But what do we believe
Got to be a deeper meaning
Underneath what we can see

Is it all a narrative?
Is it an illusion?
Is it all a script?
A character we've picked?

If it's all a narrative
Who is the narrator?
Who's behind the lines
That I've been assigned?
Who is the Creator?

How can we be sure
That the story isn't more
Of a lie cos we refuse
To hide in silence

It's time we spoke out loud
Bout the falsehoods
We are bound to -
Things we're sold that then control us

Peeling back the layers
Of delusion
Got to find my truth
Took me all this time
To find I am fine
Don't need my stories to survive

Is it all a narrative?
Is it an illusion?
Is it all a script?
A character we've picked?

If it's all a narrative
Then who is the narrator?
Who's behind the lines
That I've been assigned?

Who is the Creator?
It is an illusion?
Taken me a while
Now I can just smile

Knowing it's a narrative
Know there's a narrator
Directing all my lines
Determining the plot

Deciding when it stops