Rationale

I know it’s
Just my imagination
Doing the talking
As I take the words from
My head and hope they
Gain traction on
The paper instead

There are
A lot of times
That I wished it
Wasn’t all made up
That maybe
Some of it was true enough
That I wouldn’t feel
Like a liar instead

But for some reason
It fits together better
If my writing is faux
Not genuine leather
I suppose
If it’s highly reactive
It becomes highly connective though

So I’ll spend many waking hours
Getting words to stick into something legitimately dour
Or bittersweet or wistful or maudlin
Because happy seems too easy to express
Even though I have many reasons to feel that way