Her essence lies in lies.
The girl she was is not who she is,
Every cell is new, every idea; different,
Every memory an imagined dream,
And that leaves her without herself.
Turning her back on philosophy,
She sucks it up and accepts
That all her tiny brain will
Ever be able to comprehend
Is that she is God’s creation,
And her essence lies in her soul.
Her essences lies in lies.