You are not an idiot, I know.
You haven’t read Fiodor.
You have been saved by the wisdom of society.

You look and you do not see our opus.
You only feel authority on you.
There is no essence for you.

You are normal and happy
even lost inside the emptiness
of an insignificant society.

You cannot even make me sad
because humanity knows already
that there will be nothing left of you.