The Angry Phenomenologist

Oh ruler
who sustains the truth,
I am one of your
least faithful servants.

And now
a harmful confession
has grown in me,
if there's no room in your heart

for the value of lies.
In this world that I don't own
I admit preferring dreams
to my real vain, empty anonymity.

Maybe I should go away
to a place where solitary
unquestionned dreams are
blown into life.