Vol II. Next Chapter

So if sadness brings me clarity
the way the rain clears off the dust of the day,
maybe this jar of clay that I’m made of
can one day be mold into something
better than I could ever imagine, or someone -
better than I could ever dream of.

And at the end of the day,
if your Truth brings me tears just to clear off the dust of the lies,
I’d rather have you a million more times,
than live a thousand pretentious joyful lives
with someone who only lies.