My gosh but I do miss her.

My gosh but I do miss her.

Beware the illusion

Of happiness

There is jeopardy

In acceptance

Belief without proof

Promotes blind spots

Wellbeing marketed

As a superfood

To keep the people

Well fed

On regurgitated

Reflections

Repeating back

What people want to hear

Is a truth serum

Ingesting good fortune

With a handful

Of mixed nuts and a vegan shake

From the fountain of youth

Follow a shaman faithfully

As they take your trust

And run with it

Keeping it safe

In a strong room

With their market share

Holding its value

With every falsehood

Supported

By feelgood factors

Young bloods

In tight suits

Giving Nazi salutes

To every

Positive affirmation

Is a new age Nuremberg

Aging is a sign of progress

Not an illness

Belief is a system

Of manipulations

Catch them as infants

With formula

Ween them on algorithms

As they dance

In the moonlight

Looking for love

As a pastime

Steal their inheritance

Before they realise

The illusion

Of youth was a distraction

Happiness is more

An abstraction

Not an end in itself

But a worthy ideal

An aspiration

Not a self given right

But a lifelong fight

To an end worth all of

The trust we shared

The life we dared

In the beginning

When it was fun.