The Obvious Is Not Always Obvious

Light reveals the shape, the shape hides the core.

The heart is hidden behind a facade.

We trade our true breath for a practiced smile.

The spirit starves while the mask enjoys the feast.

When A.I. convinces us it’s real

illusion claims victory over the soul

and humanity is no longer the one 

in control.

The embers go out when we can no 

longer feel the fire,

and sadness has nowhere to go.