Fine Lie

You don’t know you
And then you do
A thing you did
Not think you’d do—

Now you have to
Know you, or say
Why you did what
You, not like you,

Did, how that’s you.
The first lie might
Have been to calm
A you that thought,

That could think, thanks
To us, words, signs,
Core lies, That was
Not me. I’m fine.