Just beneath the surface of her pleasant, winning smile, Pompous and indignant, it’s been there quite a while, Comforting, reliable, it keeps her in the dark, At least a million reasons and subtle quirks remark:
“Sure it makes a lot of sense!” she’ll deal with it tomorrow, Sadly now the curtain falls, why does this seem to sorrow, A chapter ends, a twist of fate, what could be the purpose, For most of us the painful truth lies just beneath the surface.
Calling All Addicts 