an endless con,
keeps on begetting
veiling the obvious,
its the lies,
you start believing.
oh, the travails of,
the heart.
all you thought,
you were,
is just an elaborate farce
in a prison were you born,
with no prospects of escape.
engrossed in the vaudeville,
you were chained to your fate.
burden of your being
you carry on your back
but you mustnt for a moment,
pause or relax.
you should keep on churning,
never skipping a beat
for the dance of destiny
depends upon this feat.