A fresh, honest answer, wind whistling by--
Words tumble forth gracefully in spite of all
The tiny thoughts you can't bring yourself to lie.
The choice? Lie happily or suffer the fall.
Yet, I won't point the finger--dichotomy
All tangled up inside my gentleman's head.
I'll never bear the burden of glee to be
The truth behind words you think and those you said.
But will you remember the transparent life
When the vacuous facade blurs your vision?
I will. But I won't remind you of those moments, rife
With pity when looking at your decision.
However, I'll tell you what happiness takes,
If you please just let me make my own mistakes.