Distortion

I know the formula

I have a plan

Yet reasons pass me

As to who it was that said I can,

It’s all so simple, it really is,

When permission’s granted

Deviate and disagree if so you must,

Someone, sometime you’ll have to trust,

Truth must be told to tell your tale

But told too often it shall grow stale

With each word misplaced,

A distortion is embraced

Blind I was but now I can flee

That those lies told are seen catching

At first the convulsions made me laugh

But now I hide from its growing path