I thought I did
know
I thought I did
understand
I thought I did
believe

The truth was a lot further, it lost me in the tails of it's deceit. The deceit that had tempted me away from the lies that had kept me warm. They were now naked and hidden from the truth.

Those were the morning greetings, "Goood morning." Followed by the rote, "I am good." Neither of which were true, neither of which were deceit. They were both caring, and uncaring in their cold touch, a touch was more than most received. These greetings flew under the skin of night, hidden from the blind light of daylight.

Yet for each the day was a joy. A smile hidden in the bowels of frsutration and trapped by the lure of yesterday. The gold guild of a moment that longed to stretch into tomorrow's tomorrow. The future of the past held the greetings true to what should have been. But for now it snuck under the petticoat of life.

I thought I did
know
I thought I did
understand
I thought I did
believe