Lies

I won't win a Nobel Prize,
it was just one of the lies.
Wish at 11:11 for love of life,
at 11:12 less attractive than a knife.

It's lonely at the peak with so
many people, neither high nor low.
So I lie to my foe-
I'm best in my row.

But I'm not and will never be,
the future I can see,
bleaker than free,
just me. 

Mean, median, mode - my friends,
don't tell me about dead ends.
Lying and bluffing are trends,
maybe I'll just ascend.