The world we live in
Is consumed with
Sex and half-truths.
Go to any shadowed
Room tonight
And find people
Who relieve and
Who deceive.
But when they wake
The next morning,
Ask them what
They have to show for it.
Was it worth it?
The sleeping around,
The masquerade balls?
Are they any closer
To answering the question
They’re evading:
What’s the purpose of it all?