We pretend (older, but I'm finally posting it)

We pretend life

is perfect.

We pretend the

masks we wear are

our true identities

and the throbbing pain

deep inside our souls

does not exist.

We pretend the

wind has substance,

that it can be

caught and tamed,

and waste our time

chasing it as if

it is the solution

to all life’s troubles.

We pretend that

truth does not exist,

but pretending

will not make it so.

We pretend,

but in the end

pretending gets us

nowhere.