Lies

Follow the lines. They’ll lead
you to the safe place,
to the red place,
where the green cannot touch
you.
‘But,’ you asked, ‘green is good
and red is bad.’
I’m sad. Your question saddens me.
Such naivete, that I wonder
how are we the same
age.
The colours are masks,
I explain. To fool you
into trusting the wrong things.
To trap you
and hurt you.
Find the corner.
White, bold, clear.
Corners are to be trusted
with your life.
They don’t lie for they
cannot.
Corners are trapped like us.
In a world where straight
lines
are anything but...