You could be a man that's sitting
Stuck in a place that ultimately leaves you trapped;
Trapped In a Game of “Good”.
Things are “Okay”, but they're only okay because you lie.
You lie about where you are.
You lie about what “Good” is.
You've justified a “Good” marriage.
You've justified a “Good” business.
You've justified a “Good” enough body...
...and you've become the guy of “Good”.
Now,
I get it.
Your life is not burning to the ground.
BUT,
You find yourself in a more intense predicament, which is things are so “Good” and people have told you things are so “Good” for so long...
...that you now sit in a place trapped inside of your own storyline that says life is “Good”.
And yet inside, when you're honest, there is a slow and subtle dying that is occurring inside of you.
The fake smile, the plastic handshake at church, and you've become the guy that everybody thinks has it all figured out.
But inside, you know you're slowly, slowly dying.
And so you lie.