In the abyss of existence, a glassy veil
Reflects our true selves, a ghastly tale
Bank balance bulging, yet skill sets decay
A hollow net worth, in an empty way

Spiritualism shines, like a beacon bright
But social life succumbs to endless night
Wisdom whispers truths, in a gentle breeze
Drowned by cleverness, in a cacophony of please

Finance fuels the fire, that consumes the soul
Identity reduced, to a mere role
Energy ebbs, as luxury's siren call
Lures us to rent, our very existence's fall

Patience withers, like a wilted flower
Whimsy's cruel hand, snuffs out each hour
Awareness awakens, to a dreadful sight
Advertisement's mask, hiding the dark of night

Calculations reign, where emotions once dwelled
Requirements choke, the heart's final knell
The mirror's gaze, reveals our deepest fear
A reality distorted, by the illusions we hold dear

In this hall of mirrors, reflections twist
Our true selves shattered, like a broken wrist
The curse of reality, a horror to face
A world where value's measured, by a hollow pace

Break free from the glass, shatter the deceit
Let wisdom guide, and spiritualism greet
For in the depths of truth, lies a brighter way
To escape the abyss, and seize the day