at odds with your conscience you can't have con- viction without a con in it; "this house has got a lot of walls" but you're so stuck-up with your stucco self and you pave over every hole in your logic
your pride means you fail if you're honest; "accomplishments are just excuses to talk and spit" so, you keep walking like a somnambulist
a pedometer is not a compass, counting your steps--it says nothing of contents; you're more fleeced than North Face and you feign more than a date that ends in fore- play; you don't sweat that you lie pathologically
you swoon over yourself when you find a way out of an apology;
weakness requires mental gymnastics honesty does not; always up in arms with yourself like hands on a clock
negative vibrations a subtle, but always there "tic toc"