What a wild and wicked web we weave,
with sticky strings encircling me,
till I’m too ******* to ever believe
that there is any other way
this reality could ever be.

Like the bulbous bias bubble I’ve built
to never have to question myself,
creating a network that echoes back
things I think are obvious facts,
while avoiding any sharp parts
that might burst the barrier I bought
with my lack of introspective thoughts.

It is a dangerous mirror that
does not reflect but accepts
all those ill-conceived ideals
that confirm the way I feel
whilst I unconsciously conceal
anything that would be good
for clearing the crap that clutters
my unfulfilled potential
to be a better human being.