Prostitution

We crave to share

Flock to bear

Believe to be meticulous

When just ridiculous

Think we've chosen every action

When it is all from some "inception"

A subconscious confection

As self-puppet reaction

It's the fitness institution

A constant prostitution

Even at the cost of tear

Give in the need to appear

Brother, lover, friend or mother

We find meaning through each other

And though you pose so indifferent

You should know that you're not different

In this misery alone

It's the same every one