Maybe, the Truth

I'm wasted by my apathy I'm barely even here My will knows Ambiguity: A grievance for my peer I rarely Love my fellow man Or, practice what I preach Deception is my biggest fan My Dreams are out of reach I live as Epimetheus: And, run from each mistake I hide my Lies, like most of us And, give much less than take I lust to see my Ego fed To hope this Lie is true But, deep inside, I feel I'm dead-- Pretending, just like you...