Fictions On Occasions

Walked in my topsiders Another path of lies and outsiders Sashayed dauntlessly in a setting of acquaintance Laugh, drink, and dance… Forget the stance For every hour’s worth of deceit This lie is my fuel to withstand my emotional defeat A night pumped with intoxication Denial is worth the suffocation. Forced by circumstances I’m living this life with little chances I am expected to feed my responsibility However, fazed by youth, dopamine and rationality Occasions are not a lie I lie for the occasion. The heavy feeling is my hangover Not from intoxication but from my treacherous nature This fiction is more than YOLO and FOMO It’s to cast brilliance from an incandescent shadow My faith will bring me to places I’ve never been Set up the engine, let the lies begin.