I am just an illusion
To the grandeur of this game
Just an object to the masses
Offering hollow sayings
I stand against the door
A blithely smiling doorstop
And if you look closely
You'll see the faux gold on me
I am just an illusion
To the hungry masses
An ultimate conclusion
That we're all just passing
Chip away the polish and garnish
The pasted on expressions
Look behind the door
Of false expectations
Preach to the choir
Worship numbly
I am the only guarantee
We're all not meant to be.
A/N: Things I think about at work. I've been called a pretty doorstop too many times.
