A Regretful Dream Awaking To Find It Has Slept With Pop Culture All Over Again

I sat at a table It was a table for one; There was a mirror And a pay phone Seated at the head, They had all brazenly said: "This, is ahead of its time" - Then someone with an agenda Started forming the lines, Behind ulterior motives To be the first to capitalize. And pretty soon, With the grand accessories Of these mock identities, We were all just living cartoons; While our petty self-image Obfuscated the truth - There was only one presence, Beneath the mask of our skin, An emptiness of being, Void of existential meaning. Within the inner circle of youth culture, Someone passed through Something was familiar; nothing seemed new... ...Not to sound jaded by age - But I've seen more recent advancement In the Police State Than I have in the common man as of late - I guess some things really do never change?