It's funny how people look at other people
And think they might know them
And form their insignificant opinions
And think they might actually shape the person

It's uncanny how ignorant people are
And how puffed up they are in their own surreal importance
How they amble on day after accursed day
Pretending they have some meaning

They lie to themselves
Hiding their masked faces under their made up responsibilities
Imagining that it might get them somewhere
That it might "fulfill" them

And it's disheartening how people use each other
Plotting against their own flesh and blood
No other creature does such things
We are the true animals