You've created a lovely lie.
Perfectly crafted after tedious hours
with all the finishing touches, the shiny paint, the new tires.
A lie so beautiful you couldn't bear to sell it to anyone
But yourself.

You drove through the world in this lie
And allowed it to take you to unknown places.
Surpassed the limits and turned unexpected corners.
The most unbelievable joy ride.

One day, you're lie got you into an accident.
Boom. Crash.
It was destroyed in front of your eyes.
All your effort, your new world:
Gone.

You took a train back to reality.
You were not welcomed home with open arms,
but rather with judging glares and silent threats.
Many hours you spent on fixing up your lie,
Repairing the bumpers, changing the mirrors, cleaning the broken glass
But nothing could bring it back to life.

No more carefree riding
With the wind blowing back you hair.
You're happiness dissolved like rusted paint
That needs a new coat.

You searched for something to bring back your lie
But found no one willing to offer you
a pair of jumper cables.