The Flight of Time

My Fictitious Reality

All folk respect me as I go 'bout my way.

I get all I want no matter what I say.

No foolish or dumb words flow from my mouth.

Not even the world outside can keep me at bay.

I love all things good and hate all things bad,

And I hold no anger nor get at all mad

At those who wronged me in by gone days.

I cry not for pain nor even when I'm sad.

I am never wrong; I never make mistakes.

I have no fear nor faith to embrace

An outward action for an inward feeling.

I need no second chance, regardless of stakes.

If all these match you, cleave to frugality.

Why forsake true purpose or morality?

Don't fool yourself with false truth,

For life isn't fantasy but reality.