They asked for my honest opinion
but I’m not sure it’s something I can give them
to know I see past their visage
I would rather remain a chameleon at large
always blending into the background
you may search for me but I will never be found
not the real me the core being
because if I reveal me I reveal you
like the eye that’s all-seeing
toppling your pyramid scheme
reducing us to grains of sand
tell me what makes a man?
is it the value of his name
or the respect he has gained
does his wealth hold weight
what determines his fate?
won’t we all be reduced to nothing
despite clinging onto something
is this really what you want to hear
or would you rather I placate your fear
passing my smile around the room
I guess it doesn’t matter either way
it will all be over soon.