Moment of truth

I appraise my past in this moment of truth
I fancy a future in this moment of truth

The party’s on, I’m wearing my good shoes
Should I take some wine to this moment of truth?

This Autumn is viscous, its texture is layered
Are there surprises in store in this moment of truth?

They smile a lot, but there’s deceit in their voice
Should I dissect all angles to this moment of truth?

Should I believe what I see, or go by what I sense
Am I even prepared for this moment of truth?

Do they really want me, or could they also say
Just fuck off ‘Mat from this moment of truth

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