I Lost Myself

We live, we eat, we sleep, 

We lie, we cry, we die.

We fake, we take, we break,

Yet no one asks us why.

When one loses,

The other wins.

When one dies,

The other lives.

Even Ouroboros understands,

That we need to lose and change,

Our life, our time, ourselves,

After all, life is a stage.

Filled with masks, a pesky entertainment,

and a lack of real people.

I'm losing myself in this disguise,

Each step a death march, lethal.