with the passing of seasons
more frequent than before
colour blindness creeping in
when judgement calls are done
well defined truths no longer
stands the moral highground
the scrutinising committee
bypassed time after time
the pockets filled with
cover ups, a tippex rarely
used, two cans of white
spray paint- gloss and matt
up my sleeves
but worst of all the filter
I keep inside my head
only letting out the truths
I am prepared to face
Prompted by a @maxmundan prompt: little white lies
