Happy Lies
A motivational and cheerful friend,
She will support me ‘till the very end.
For when spirit is low and stakes are high,
She assures me celebrations are nigh.
But when I fail and finally break down,
I plummet and sink, beginning to drown.
Spinning and whirling and gasping for breath,
She abates my fear, leads me to my death.
I shouldn’t have listened, relaxed so soon.
Should have kicked my feet longer, faced my doom.
And now if I abandon Hope forever,
I’ll spring back from the pull of our hidden tether.
So knowing these limits I’ve tried to be wise
and forbid my ears from Her happy lies.
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