As this will wither our humanity, obscuring our hope

Yet hope is so greatly valued by the rope bearer

For his hope is false, as he is blinded by millennia of error

His eyes are covered by some desire of society’s acceptance

So he moves in sync with his peers, unaware of this trance

At work, he gets promoted--should he be proud?

Proud of furthering the suppression of his real hopes--which now seem to be a distant cloud--

If he quits work in pursuit of a real life then they will call it insanity

How strong he is, if he will transcend the vanity

To cut the rope is to become a new entity

Then you will see the transparencies of society’s uniform identity

Oh how I pity them, for their life lacks fulfillment

They will have no spiritual reward, no matter the achievement

They allow others to define their success

Then they chase it-- for what? to impress?

But who is to blame? For they all are oblivious

So I am left wondering--why?-- I am curious

Why people can not see life clearly?--

--that the answer lies in solitude, for society is forever dreary