You have to start out learning to believe the little lies.
“So we can believe the big ones?”
Yes. Justice. Mercy. Duty. That sort of thing.
“They’re not the same at all!”

this far or further, I need to know.
And your hand is held open, intentionally.. or just what I want to see?
I don’t normally beg for assistance — I rely on my own eyes to see.. but right now you make no sense to me.

All the lies of bluer skies descend..
No one’s better off without a friend..