Pretend

Pretend I'm a flower blowing in the wind.

Begin to pretend that I'm not hungry for destiny

But still seeking for it's path.

Pretend that anger is not a problem and only an entity to life's posing mysteries.

Pretending is what I am doing

Crying inside is what I need

Like still winds in a forest, or, or, a lost fox in hunger.

I'll pretend to be a whirlpool, spinning my troubles away

Till pretending is not needed

Pretend until it's gone, or pretend until I feel better.

Pretend