The check is in the mail, they always say,
A promise that keeps hunger at the door.
In words so sweet, yet hold the wolves at bay,
A life postponed, while pockets remain poor.
They dangle hope, a carrot just in reach,
To silence cries that echo from the past.
The lie\'s a lesson, bitter truths they teach,
That trust in empty words can never last.
This lie, a mask, to hide the void within,
A check that buys the time we cannot spend.
In dreams deferred, where hope is paper-thin,
We learn to mend the hearts they cannot mend.
In endless wait, the truth\'s a glaring pale,
The biggest lie, the check is in the mail.