Foolish Creature

It's midnight April 2 just freshly arrived and I was actually waiting for yesterday to finish. The day of fools, they call it Day of lies, others say. Yet is just a day When we're allowed to do it To lie And not be judged or feel guilty Yet it happens endlessly Not only yesterday But every single day of every single year. Our mechanism wouldn't work Without that tiny little spiral That makes us liars But humans. Yet yesterday I so much wanted to tell you Three words, eight letters And tell you its a joke. But i didn't. I didn't call Cause even if i want to, I can't lie. Not today, not any day. Not to you.