lower it

the brain, arrested state, is simply wasted mass
numbers flood in, overwhelming in their absurdity
never quite measuring up; always weighing in too high
vanity, a manic compulsion, is product of our deepest fears
    >> we are best;
                                   concealing our worst <<
resolve flows with such a heavy distortion
and our bodies are as light as ever
holding steadfast to rituals of self deprication and denial
along idle attempts to appear as a sound conscience