Standing at the precipice of all that is nihilistic
I beam with narcissistic pride, looking down on a world so rustic
Of the ill-begotten notion that I’m the master of it all
I’m incomprehensibly delusional, deserving nothing at all
My grandiosity serves to reach an unattainable goal, an unclear vision
A dream dancing right out of my reach, away from my mind’s prison
Imbued with the fallacy that I’ve imbibed
And creating a sleight-of-hand existence, a wall I’ve never climbed
Bedecked in apprehension and denial
I seek to be humbled, looking to the skies for revival
I’m religiously delusional, on an irrevocable quest
For my life’s meaning to a higher entity, I humbly request
Only to be met with scathing silence; surely You jest
I believe every perceivable truth with the hope that fades with each passing speech
And yet cling onto it, this false sense of optimism that we all preach
For in its holy light, I find a glimmer, a sliver of absolution
A spark of life, this moment of pure fusion
But soon enough as it must, the light will fade
The dreams we nurture will come to pass, and hope cascade
And we will be left with nothing but ashes
Shattered hearts and tear-streaked faces sunk into the marshes
So cast off this false hope, a fleeting illusion
Our self-centred optimism, this delusion
And embrace the truth, our grim retribution
Marching to the steady beat of our resolution
Written by Adrian Rex for MTTN
Edited by Aditi Atreya for MTTN
Featured Artwork by Jasneet Kalra for MTTN
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