Happiness
is but the reflection
of a smile
faked in front
of a mirror.

It is a superficial
synergy of his soul
and its sense
of acceptance
into a society satisfied
with the norms of
a destructive species.

Yet, acceptance
is a mere deception,
an inception bred
by a need
to be a part
of the whole:
a whole corrupted
by the nature of mankind.

He finds happiness
only in his sleep,
where dreams
fulfill his needs.
Alas,
in the land of the woke,
joy is as shallow as a beach.