Being beautifully misguided like a wild river over a waterfall

No qualms for the pieces in the future to mend

No realization

I am a means to an end

To upend the real concerns

A strawman fallacy if you will

An entertaining tangent

To draw attention to other ills,

That are inconsequential

That amount to nil

Bright-eyed and lackadaisically distracted

With a heart of gold

I seem to fold every time with you

I am hardly conscious

So it seems fine…

To be strung up by the puppeteer

While hardly being aware

Is the least of my fears

No concern for the plan you devised

Creating the illusion that I might be alive

To slave away for your prize