At a Distance

Words echo back in time
reminding me of fabulists
and fairy tales.
Lies and pretty stories;
I've heard it all before.

We are victims of each others' past.

And if I take your bait,
believe it all again
and start to dream,
will I be twice-fooled?
History repeats itself.

There are always ghosts in the room.

It's best keep a distance
Treat today as just a game,
no more real than Aesop.
Stay safe in unbelief,
in that place where lies can't sting.

This is a Sunday Scribblings post.