It is easy to say it in a poem or in front
of a crowd but when you are alone and you accept
your ignorance or beauty or frailty
it is very hard not to lie.
How long can you play dumb or cheat
smart or fake love or pretend poise
staring in the mirror?
I suppose, you’re not the only one
to have a wasted an afternoon or more
reflecting what delusion told you to
I have too