Appearances
All your posturing
Ensuring your success and position
Years of practicing
To ensure your dreams come to fruition;
Choosing colors and styles of speech
Smoothly allying with positions of vanity
Paying no mind to what lengths you reach
Becoming more and more part of this robotic humanity;
And alone at night
A soft voice speaks
Informing you of futility
And the secret monsters of your mind and their shrieks;
The voice whispers
That none of this matters
You have made yourself a slave
And sinking into the pit faster;
You tell yourself this is to be accepted
That this is for the best
But the voice answers
That the end will never be what is expected