The beautiful flaw of being wrong
Imperfect in pitch, civil in song
Fantastical flight, emotive rewrite
Singing I, no I don't lie

You wanna to believe what best serves you
Repeating the lie until it's truth
And you feel so alive, safe and allied
Reciting I, oh I don't lie

The quote miner's gold. The narrative fit
Stand and surmise. The bias quip
But the poetry we write inspired by the knife
Mistakes that make us wise