It was then he knew he didn’t know
Much of anything or anything at all,
Because as he reflected on what he shows;
He shows a façade and smile for the curtain call.

A player on the stage, it seems all so
Superficial and pride before the fall.
He has fallen and finds himself his own foe —
Not to mention friends who are not friends at all.

It seems the more he tries to get out of himself,
The more he knows his future is on a shelf

In a book never to be disturbed or bothered with at all.