You tell them
"Just be yourself"
yet you remain lost behind that filthy façade
So please tell me,
what’s better between your deceptions and shams?
possibly you've reached the equilibrium
between your false truths
maybe you are trapped in between
the threads of your unspeakable reality
Poor wanderers, if only they knew,
that your wisdom is as imaginary as the smile you wear
when you greet the worshippers,
every Sunday morning.