My bitter but sweet Lies

Searching a new lie to utter, bound with his own endeavor
An unintentional engineer; making a problem boundlessly queer.
Lying about variables and solutions
Becoming the scientist of his own obstructions.
The light seems to dim over his bright little head
But he lit it back with make-believe and a monologue
A monologue written in the dark, with a stingy dialogue.

Searching a new lie to utter, bound with his heart’s predictions
A simpleton lover, making love with lies that he utters.
Lying about his futile and idiotic past
Mistakes he can’t cover with words, mistakes that last.
Promises that will haunt his present and future rebel in his head
But he covers it with a blanket for him to sleep
A sleep which he wishes to dream of his love; a dream committed and deep.

Searching a new lie to utter, bound with his popularity ratings
A gross foolish bugger, a shop of lies with an open shutter.
Lying about absolutely nothing and something
Deluding him to be taken seriously, as a figure for everything.
How many times has he lied?
Without thinking of the consequence?
But he blinds them with specially made blindfolds
Blindfolds made with more lies,
This pierced into him each time as swords.

Searching a new lie to utter, bound with the lines on his hands
An undemanding kid, but a world is what he begins to bid.
Lying about the future which he had weaved
He weaves it a little better now, profusely and deeper delved.
Reverie is to forget,
Not made real and then made into a part time obsession
But it doesn’t matter to him how pathetic he dreams his guise
Though he doesn’t gamble, he knows that his fate is just like a dice.

I have spent much of my time……supposing.

Was listening to: "Somewhere in a Corner" by Red Cube