Seeing one's false parts is a double-edged sword,
For they can just as well be reinforced as worn away.
Bearing one's burdens is noble indeed,
Unless that becomes your main occupation.
Why choose the feeling of bondage, of more dead weight,
Over the knowing this game is rigged in your favor?
Best to withstand the current of one's foolish dreams,
Anchored in a nameless, if ironic, joy.