We Live the Myth

To impress, you have to be like them and go one more,
Prove you’re just as godless, hopeless, clueless, devoid of truth,
With nonsense words, disjointed, disconnected, like your mind.
We seek approval. We want their accolades and do the math:
What must we surrender? How far will we go to please, and make ourselves blind?
We think it possible to be a child of the world. We live the myth.
By this attempt, we sell our souls and miss the narrow door.


    What say you?