Excuses weave a web, obscuring truth and light.
Like thieves in night, they steal away the chance,
To confront the self and embrace a second glance.
They whisper softly, with beguiling grace,
Of reasons why we stray, and fail to face
Our own shortcomings, the flaws we choose to hide,
In their embrace, accountability denied.
But they are frail, these cloaks of self-deceit,
For truth will out, and reckoning complete
Lies waiting in the shadows they create,
A reckoning we cannot choose to dissipate.