Conjecture of Yours

What is this man?
What is this rush to chase this stable life, what is this dash to proclaim more wealth?
Can’t we be strong with a penny less?
Oh so superficially, artificial,
What is this need to go on to impress, why must I be a subject of appraisal?
Why should I fall just like the rest,
In self denial and the deceit of the biggest kind…

Everybody so predictable, queuing up for commonality,
changes yes they come undeniably, I look at things with difficulty, why must I move on from thereon to here on? These people diminishing into their wet dreams,
what is this importance of living to expectations?

Can’t I just stay on and said that I moved on, isn’t it true that pursuing happiness of this kind, is an indication by the masses?
To be accepted and be one with the asses, don’t thee question the self lying bastards? Unable to distinguish colour from blackness, putting on their game face,
With a pride intact and a whole lot of chatter that decorate their lies.

Your art and your people so artificial, held up in crowds, to make a blinding statement, an attention cry that’s what it is, in a performance to be more expressive, mesmerizing only the temperamental, tantalizing only the superficial, a form of escapism, that’s what it is.

Why does this need to separate arises, we are not Jews neither royalties, but seen as losers for not being with the posers, the majority wins, democracy is pointless when the masses are mindless.

Be prepared to be abandoned, but not from disparity and inequality,
you suggest not to think of the other, and be selfish in desire, wanting praise so to feel superior, human beings by nature, unappeasable in their sightless desires.