You’ll pretend I believe in nothing,
I’ll pretend you do.
They all existed in some form of another.
Delicate mortal form.
Thanks for the fine and dandy.
Thanks for the sallow smiles turned upright.
The cheer.
Ready.
Prepared.
No plans, just an infamous execution of each day.
Days begin growing warmer,
but I’ll pretend summer isn’t close by.