Never changing a single constant
Question asked in varying ways
Answer heard as always confident
Yet somehow is ever the same

Always spoken a reflex motion
Of no consequence if felt or not
For if there were a contrary notion
It remains unsaid and simply forgot

Subtlety lost as merely mistaken
Truth in words taken as gospel
A soul known as rarely shaken
An ancient myth too ingrained to dispel

On impulse replied now just nature
No lie intended or deception contrived
Far from an impending sense of danger
Only a minds instinct to survive