Isn’t it all just a facade? Something
That we put on but seldom ever feel?
There is not faith in the hopes of
A prosperous destiny, just vain and stupid
Dreams, that persist in being even with reality
Firmly stowed in mind.
Belief, it’s just a mythical thing, it doesn’t
Actually exist, it’s nothing other than an
Acceptance of the way things are and the need
To continue. It is nothing but no longer feeling
Fear. Does it truly exist?
Is there belief here?