Liar, liar, pants on fire

Here is my entry for this week's Poetry Thursday. Yeah for today!

Green shirts are really red
They cover long limbs and longer lies
Cages made of yarn tuck me in at night
Comfort under the knitted covers
Flowers grow in the ocean
Rooted in waves and salt
Dots misconnect and misfire in the morning
Creating armies of tiredness
Tea drips slowly through my eyes
Herbal remedies to soothe the cheeks
Children wear wigs of brown and gold
To cover the gray
Ink forever flows from my fingertips
The pen, merely an instrument of illusion
Time never runs away
It trots along side of us as we move through the world
Love hides and disappears when we need it most
Behind rocks and clouds and struggles
Today is NOT my birthday!!