Tales Told

Have you climbed a lonely mountain
Just to say you've reached the top?
Have you walked across a crowded street
Because you could not bear to stop?

In all the story telling
Of things that never were
There's buying and there's selling
And all the way things blur.

Have you said you'd done a deed you'd never done
Just to pretend that you were someone?
Have you told so many lies that the disguise
Is all you are and all you've ever done?

In all the story telling
Of dreams and fancy things
There's buying and there's selling
But no one flies with wings.

Have you wished you could be someone better
So hard that you had to hate yourself?
Have you looked outside at the world you've made
And only seen another lonely cell?

In all the story telling
There is some kind of mending
There's buying and there's selling
And always those sad endings.
And only the sad endings
Ever seem to be real