The Confession

Wait, let him straight out the story,

the last confession for the liar.

His companion's waiting at the end of the glory,

wondering if he'll be joining her.

He knows the ripple of his action.
The pebble swings free with liberality.
Why should he hear the words of fiction,
When he can speak the reality?

Weakened at the end of misery.
He should have known better,
how life really is in actuality,

So he wrote his life in a piece of paper,

and come back to his mortality.

A.J