Bouts of Exaggeration
My friend tends to live in a fantasy,
whereas everything revolves around him.
And I never really know what's true,
'cause in his world, pigs can fly, and hippos swim.
He gilds truth with lies and hyperbole,
upon life's phantasmagorical trip.
And journeys beyond the impossible,
losing reality's tentative grip.
He's "the cup's half-full" type of optimist;
God imbued with an indelible smile.
And though he tends to embellish his deeds
I can trust him to go that extra mile.
He's tethered to his imagination:
thus, prone to bouts of exaggeration.
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