Deceit

Ready for the fight of approval
To be the doggy who's up to date
Ready to act beyond reason
Whoever may cast the rod, I will take the bait to feed my inner void.

These parts became my jail
I don't remember the days beneath a sky.

Drowned in white noise all fragments are alike in their lack of true substance
They are the inane means under their maker's thumb.

Any meaning is gone, devoured by a principle, bound to circumstance.

Every circumstance is unique
Different situations need different solutionst
Which contradict themselves.

The janus-faced maxime
Designed to market commonalities of interest
Among preferable beings without specific traits.

The economic concept can't replace an action ethics
An arbitrary personhood is just contradictious
I won't be someone to trust.

You embrace patterns, we frame the white noise.

I'm living in-between patterns of heteronomy
So you always get the best of me, any self you may desire
Living a lie, living like a better me, sans flaws
You always get the best of me, you always get the best of my art.