I know how it went like in your head. She gave it to me, I know. And I bet that did its fair share of tumbles and turns in your head. No, in a time of universal deceit , telling the truth is a revolutionary act. * And in all things there are three choices: Yes, No and no choice, except in this. I choose the truth or I am deceit. ** I am deceit. You pick truth. When you pick at it, reading between the lines, investigating each word that I say for its vowels and verbs. You loose me. Slowly but steadily your'e loosing me. But you will never know that. I am deciet and you picked truth. I will do as I am, and tell you nothing. Nothing is easier than self deceit, for what each man believes, that he also believes to be true.*** I pick deceit and you are the truth. I picked easy and you picked hard. I pick ignorance and you pick knowledge. I picked you, and you picked someone else.
In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life. It goes on. Robert Frost