Pretence
Is a fallible feature.
Lately, I wonder about the rain and thunder
And why each and everyone is flawed
Life is an erroneous pastime
Being human is being a fraud
Error by error and often in terror
Pretence is a fallible feature
I cringe when I find what goes through my mind
And I know I’m less than an imperfect creature
Whatever I do, I end up in the stew
And light fires that lose control
Love is the arrow that pierces my heart
It burns and leaves a hole
Wake me up in the morning
I do it by myself
Drive me on yonder and yon
I want to die a beautiful death
In between moments of madness
When I’m on cruise control
I whirl down the narrowing highway
Has the universe swallowed me whole
I accept the essence of error
I’m susceptible and prone
If you feel any different
You have my number, call me on the phone
Fallible is the main feature
The shorts are cartoons and world news
Tell me what you’ve got, my dear
Then you’ll know you have nothing to lose.
©
David Rudder
2023
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