The All Fake Life

everything is made up with fake since the things you see all are fakes it’s pitiful, but i myself even seem to be a fake one if i, wandering around in a maze, is not i then my mother who gave birth to and raised me, also is a fake. it can’t be possible. it’s illogical. this chaotic world totally confuses me mother is the only hope we have in this “all fake” world, the only truth that we have on this earth. it’s unthinkable considering mother’s fake, it’s an insult to mother the most precious name of all there must be a good reason i must have to come to this ridiculous thought—mother also is a fake, because of the smile of ones who make money exploiting others’ agony and sufferings shining in the sunlight those fake ones, all boozed up under the moonlight, castrate a pig skillfully manipulating a knife that gleams in the stale air under pale moonlight and the fake ones live solely for their own merit stroll their way wearing a sash with a beautiful phrase ‘love thy neighbor’ since no one can exist without others or there are no others without me, the fake ones may be telling the truth; the fake ones, what’s so important about saving face? why don’t you live as you are… oh, what a ridiculous world we live in