The Glass Coffin

How can I abide to survive in this Colosseum of strife,
Where notions duel like gladiators, carving through life?
Reverberating chaos, a cadence of ambiguity and despair,
From the fathoms of love to the motherland's air.

Eyes gleam with unease at drifters passing by,
But when need tugs, altruism subsides.
A paradox manifests, acrid and hypocritical,
Promote affection, yet our pursuits feel cynical.

This world we inhabit, a chessboard we taint,
Trading pawns for King's in a desolate campaign.
The soul within mutters, a subdued refrain,
While we stalk phantasms, bound by opulent constraints.

Eroding in the grasp like sand in a tensing fist,
We Lionize fortune, oblivious to old beliefs.
Beyond embellished grins, candor conceals and grieves,
Enshrouded in drapes of chicanery, no one believes.

When the curtain drops, you depart with no spoils,
But the transient episodes fostered and moils.
Legacy like the mirror, reflecting what you teach-
How can it flourish if your own terms you breach?

The mirage remains, a subtle, fine-tuned snare,
The veneer unveils casualties, beyond compare.
Yearn to reverse the bygones when there's no time left to spare,
Erased by the gusts, the sand dunes can't bear.