Stuck in the miracle box with no way out.
Suffocated by condensing glances and abysmal minded simpletons.
A festering wound pried apart to reveal the core of the infection.
Like parasites we cling to hope in a dreamless world without morality.
We contradict each other with professionally painted smiles and mirthless commentaries about the great life we have.
We are rightful hypocrites stuck in the miracle box with no way out.