Can’t lie for fuck; but I can embellish.
Walking that talk, I quietly relish.
That solo grin when we have soldiered on.
That lonely tear tickles for each new dawn.
Content at night before consciousness leaves.
Our random good moods from slumped dumps are heaved.
A smile I’d not met caught in the mirror.
When the finish line ahead reads clearer.
Perhaps I’m not really all that I wish.
Can’t lie for fuck; but I can embellish.

