Pretentious Ponderings

Profoundly Stupid

Laughter, camaraderie
All nothing but a reverie
For why his presence is eerie
All of them perplexed, weary

Opposites repel and the alike dreary
Wishing solace in an overrun prairie
Who is he to blame this decree
If it's for the general merry

Façade, the identity
Acuity, a mere formality
Conformity, a necessity
Optimism, a misguided measure of tenacity
A delusion enabled without audacity
Dependent, yearning for sobriety
Fleeing from notoriety
Even when smacked by reality

Being alone is not being weak
Strength in numbers work while you are meek
If it's glory what you seek
If it's of betrayal that you reek
It's only time that you'll reap
Not by belief that you may keep
But by example that you let seep

While it may be stolen
The only constant being change is golden
There might be a day when façade's shed
And optimism without cynicism is dead
Even if there is none of the laughter or camaraderie
That he resigned for others to accept
Could be sad but at least real for him to expect