Perhaps my folly is my one true lie:
That I keep believing in people.
Or maybe the concept of people.
Praying I don’t play Hobbes.
Hoping I never succumb to brutality –
Whilst dreaming of Utopia.
Or is that my folly,
Amongst many?
That I dream of Utopia,
While reckoning with Man;
In the first place.
Perhaps my folly is my one true lie:
