The show, my sisters and my brothers
is not mine, but owned by others;
the characters that you adore
I also like and nothing more.
I do not own the plot devices
all of that which still entices
me to watch the re-runs shown
on channels I'm ashamed to know.
So, this needed bit now past
I bring you to this tale at last;
read it, please, and state your thoughts
To help me see things as I ought.
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Mulder tried (and failed) to smile
it had been, he knew, a while
since love and hope had found a way
to stay alive and keep him sane.
It was the blind, he realized,
the people who believed the lies
who got to go to bed at night
and wake up to a happy life.
It was, to gods and monsters, shown:
the truth, to them and them alone.
And in revealing they obscure
to help our tired souls endure.
It was to such as Fox to face
that they could live in neither place
They knew the lie to be a lie
but sought a truth they could not find.
A younger fool, he had once thought
the truth was like a copper pot
remove the tarnish: it will shine!
though needing effort and much time.
He knew, now looking back at youth
an onion was more like the truth;
remove another layer of lies
and find more falsehood there inside.
Peel away this newer lie
and there a fabrication hides.
the final lie, when pealed away,
reveals that nothing else remains.
Each man finds place to live
and chooses to no longer dig;
Hetakes a lie to have and hold
And lets the truth (foul mistress!) go.
and yet, here on a park bench, sitting
trying to avoid admitting
to himself, his final judge,
that he had come quite far enough
sat Fox, our hero, here again
when everything had clearly changed
and left the world as it had been
to, having stopped, begin again.
The men he'd fought were now deceased
the lies they told no more believed.
The truth they hid now saw the light,
a battle won for good and right.
Freedom for our Fox at last!
Respite from his draining task!
Until he woke one night to tapping
on his door, strange fingers rapping.
At the door, as strange man standing
a moments time he was demanding;
from the shadows of his cloak
he coughed before he finally spoke
"Fox, you have but just begun,
your journey is still far from done
meet me if you would hear more
in some place that is more secure"
"The standard place, the standard time,
the park bench at a bit past nine;
by the river where it bends
that's where I always meet my friends"
Fox said then wished to repent
but none-the-less then off he went
to meet the man and hear his tale
instead of porn and Boston Ale.
Fox the man sat down beside
and to our hero did confide
the horrid things that he had done
now that his life was nearly done
"The CSM believed my lies,
'The Truth?', thats what we hide behind!
It's nothing but a deeper lie,
but you can make the truth to shine
behind that dark and erie curtain
of your skills I am quite certain.
Easy? Safe? I make no claim,
but I will help you on the way."
Fox sat silent for some time
and watched the river flowing by;
Ever moving, never changing
'twas his life that it was aping.
Finally, our hero spoke
and said, "I think I'll just go home;
find some other fool to play
and leave me to go on my way".
The old man, shocked, made no response
as he'd not for a moment thought
that Fox would say as Fox had said
(upon his hand he leaned his head).
Fox went home and went to sleep
content to be another sheep;
and day by day, as time flew fast
he had a happy life at last.
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Not my best, it may be true,
but this I have to say to you:
Mock my efforts, that is fine,
the time I've wasted's mostly mine.