Never Assume

I see you, looking at my sync with the construct

My blue eyes and golden hair

You may imagine this smile is the cream on a life of ease

That I have a corporate job or lucrative business

A showroom shine car

A house and a satisfied family with kids in a private school

It's not that... I have none of those things

But it is the cream on top something that soaks in deep beneath the facade of an incarnational run on the rat track

It is the cream of a life of discomfort and trial in the hands of a loyal friend