True North

I guess the kiss was for good luck slapped aginst the back of my hand for good measure listening, I wondered about the misused words, how they always found a way to tumble out full of hyprocrisy and peppered excuses for something that sounded like the truth, on a cold day in hell if there really were such a thing spending an entire life sipping on a cocktail of hope and action filling up on hope less on the action, spoils the taste for those who come after. but what about before we knew much of anything wegathered our guts from the sheer exhilaration of flying with our noses pressed to the wind looking for true north, believing any day now, we'd see if there really were such a thing