048. Another Lie

I found myself a bucket

but it did not have any water

so I left it there to rot away

and said, “fuck it.”

I found myself a kite,

but there was no wind, 

so I jumped off a cliff

in order to make it fly.

I wrote myself a note,

but I did not have a pen

so I wrote in red,

and then found a rope.

I tied it around my neck,

but it was all too late...

by the time I dropped down,

my soul was on another trek.

I flew, with my kite behind,

and a pen in my hand,

while my bucket was full

and realized,

my life was just,

another lie...