He tips his hat to the parking lot attendant,
grabs a coffee to go.
Gets online and buys a pendant,
gotta keep up with the show.

But inside there’s a vacant room,
furniture’s all in foam.
Perfect beats in this pristine womb,
yet no soul to call it home.

Shares a joke with Fred from accounting,
paper darts with the guys from mail.
Joins some friends to scale a mountain.
who will never see past the veil.

Fear is a scene from an old worn-out movie,
something to see but never to feel.
On his face it looks like envy,
he does not know whether it’s fake or real.

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