Pick Your Poison

The world is an eternal plane of illusions

The people and the past

It is impossible to tell what is real

Or what is really a lie by omission

There are always strings attached

We must NEVER forget that

Because the one string that is overlooked

Could bring the whole thing crumbling down

Soulmates or mortal enemies

What is the difference really?

Neither exist and it's much more likely 

That both will break your heart at some point

So how do we decide

Which fine print we are willing to accept?

Its presence is inevitable

It is up to us to pick our poison

How can we be so wrong

So many times

Fall for the worst 

And break the hearts of the best

It is a naturally flawed system

And yet it only takes one...