do you?

my wrists are restless
but i should be dreaming
caught, kept aloft and list-
less, fleeting … an un-
desired outcome, to say the very least
while i effortlessly defy
all the lies we spent so much
time weaving – you’ll
forgive me well before i even cross the line
there’s a trick to it, you’ll
see
truth evolves much faster
than fiction,
this foundation is firmly
based on the assumption that you understand
but the looks i give only
penetrate
so deep