The lying game

Lying is such a complicated game, if you'd like to call it a game.
The rules are vague, and the score is hard to keep. There's no referee, and no time-out. And it never ends.

You lie once. Then someone may innocently poked into it. You lie again. Then you lie to cover your second lie. You have to remember what you lie about. Or when. You have to keep the details in your memory.

Your memory may lapse someday. Then it will come out, the lie. And all the lies you composed to cover that one lie would fall down like deck of cards. Then you are exposed. Naked.

Or not. Depending. If you really are good at lying, you'd lie again about lying. Then life would be all good.

Supposedly.

You may live with that tiny weeny voice inside you telling you how you've wronged others. Or yourself.
You may live with a speck of guilt holing into your heart.

But then again, depending. A tiny voice is easily crushed.

On the other hand, telling the truth is sometimes not easy, either.
Consequences may be dire. Life could be altered.

So you chose.

(don't tell this to Horatio Caine)