We mask existence with lustrous lies.
Hold on to bosom pretensions tight
We fake smiles ‘n cover blues with sheer
We dab ‘n blend pallid ego with blush pink
We fix imperfections, morph realities–
Put on false lashes
Make eyes look big
To accommodate copious dreams
Compromise truth for specious guile.
In a tunnel close, forever
We settle with restricted vision.
Charlatan mind concocts
Chimera of verities
To fit into the narratives,
And part of the guild.
As truth a vestige, worthless,
Unpalatable, unsalable reality.
Whitewashed dark; pale illumination.
Into the mire of lies, slumped
There’s no escape,
With choked conscience, life exists.