There is blue sky above
And there is the dirt at our feet
You wouldn’t think it would ever be confused
But it so very often is
There is truth
And the truth that we tell ourselves is true
Belief makes things difficult to decipher
The one from the other
A jet pilot flying at the speed of light
Loses sight
Of what is up
And what is down
Crashing
How?
Was it the speed
The warped perspective
Or the belief
The brought him low
I guess no one knows
And the dead tell no stories
In the end
There is the truth
And that which we tell ourselves is true
The gap between theories
So slim
It might only be a sideways glance
But it changes everything
