For the rest of my life.

I wonder. If we all have become liars. To ourselves.  Because we can’t face the truth anymore.  I hate to say it. So very much of the world. Has turned to shambles. It has become far worse. Than I want to admit. Therefore, when I get up. I pretend. That the stuff I read and hear about, really isn’t true. That so much of it is made up. That it is impossible. To tell truth from fiction. So I lie to myself. And concoct happy scenarios. So that I can survive. Manage my way. Through the mish-mash. For the rest of my life. --Jim Broede