you ask opinions till you hear an echo
ask directions till you find a passenger who is “co”
stare long enough at the mirror
to get used to the horror

get euphemistic about your own cowardice
to the omniscient inside feed many lies
make promises to self you know you can’t keep
it’s a quicksand and every second you are sinking deep

do it, for your equivocations have an expiry date
truth alone is eternal and the shortest route to fate.