Escape Artist

Lies and lies and lies and lies.
I testify against myself to prove that truth,
Is meaningless,
When the face so clearly expires.
Escape artist aspirations test my limits,
But limits are lies,
And I will never know unless I try,
To move beyond the undefined.
To twist is meaningless within a bind.
I look to find what's mine,
But in this opaque scenery I am left blind,
I'm drawn to fire as most could be,
When rime encases my desire.
The melting chill that turns to slush,
Does contemplate with conscious thoughts,
And wonders, 'will I freeze again,
Or perish in the flame?'
To blink is meaningless when time is still.
You will your eyes to see things moving forward,
But the truth is that sight is a gift,
And you have not been blessed.
I testify against myself to see,
That truth is meaningless when left to me.
All is well when sealed in rock,
And enclosed in stone.