Life is a magic act
Where you constantly
Try to trick yourself
Into believing
The mistakes you make
Aren’t as disastrous
As they really are.
We have to though
Because if we didn’t
We couldn’t get out
Of bed every morning;
We wouldn’t know
How to go on living
If we believed the truth.
The truth of course
Was that every step
We took was as if
On land mines,
We needed to walk
Delicately but so often
We strode impulsively.