I never could spell correctly,
So I write it phonetically
At least the way it sounds to me
On the off chance you come to read
Hoping that I’ll make you believe
In my truths and lies, respectfully



I’ll provide the illusions
If you’ll draw a conclusion
With your rudimentary intrusion

In the light we’ll persist
To believe though we’re remiss
With finer details, so easily dismissed

Yet we still exist in the dark
Pinching corners of our heart
Where wrong and right ain’t far apart