Pinocchio

Tongue tied and

Twisted into something

Incoherently, insubstantial;

Yet I continue to listen.

Ear piqued for a moment,

To hear what I know I never will.

 

A woodpeckers’ nose you have

To bore straight through and

Create an impeccable disguise.

My psyche tries to overrule me

With the truth that I know,

But invariably,

My heart ceaselessly wins out;

Holding onto the ‘benefit of doubt’

Which I know to be false in coming,

And yet,

I still wait and listen.

Unwilling to give up hope for just

A tiny piece of realism!

 

A burden at times,

To believe in the best of

Those we meet in life.

Childhood games of hide-n-seek,

Peek-a-boo bullshit

Are not welcomed with open arms;

Tell it like it is!

Dishonestly doesn’t flatter

Ones framework of character;

Something of which, only we have control.

 

 

So let go of the false pretenses and

Be true to who you really are.

Don’t allow a perfectly horizontal

Perch for the birds to play

To become part of your

Vivacious architecture.