Justice was my greatest teacher. Got close but could never reach her. Stuck out my hand all I felt was air. Were you even ever really there?

You were the one I thought I knew so well. Used to jump in puddles before I fell. Now I float in the moat that surrounds your door. I once lived there, I could have sworn.

You told me stories fact or fiction. They felt true but their contradictions - make labyrinths out of mole hills. I keep on digging, but never will-