Laughter coated Lies

Its own existence is questioned everyday in universities and back alleys
as we envelope ourselves with the discoveries of the depth of our mistake
arguments are made with both sides holding fast to it as a mother holds a newborn child.
Will loosening this grip bring us what we crave so dearly, that overused cliche of freedom, or will it simply plummet us into the downward spiralling abyss

most of us are too afraid to find out the answer to that question
instead, we stay here soaking in our own mirth of failure
laughing in the face the unknown, the drunken hilarity bleeding us dry of ourselves
because we are no closer to this tightly held ideal than any of those before us
and we are no closer to this mythically great fib than anyone who shall come after us
Instead they will delve deeper into the delusion, finding themselves left hollow and no better off than that mother's speechless infant

generation after generation suffers the same fate, digging our heels and fighting along this cruel path our species cannot deviate from,
choosing to see the world through a veil of ethnocentrism and anthropocentrism
As we pull down the shades, dim the lights, and close our eyes,
we will disappear