Lies We Believe

The past is always perfect The future, always best The present, we, neglect We speak of happiness We talk of better days And wait for better times We wish our lives away Then find, we can’t rewind We look back on our moments With a biased recollection Forgetting all components A fraction of a section But this is how it goes The way the cookie crumbles A truth, I’ve come to know A fact, on which, I stumbled