Arrogance, Ignorance, Bliss

I really should know better than to think that in the arena of deceit I could stumble upon something real

Not real and meaningful, just real and convenient

As the cycle progresses through it's pre-ordained path, I've done little to alter the course. I've whispered at the side of the road to warn the driver of that speeding car. Turn, there's danger ahead.

LOOK AT ME! I'm making a difference.

Eyes closed, brief bliss.

It might have replaced a little of what's missing but castles made of sand melt into the sea, eventually.

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