Blind doctrine of the ever owned self

Dreams dictated misdirected ideals,
No wonder our memories are short.
Quick to forget all but a moment,
Burying our heads in the sands of time...
There was no future save a fantasy.
Falling and consumed, you barely notice
Give a bark to Goya if you realize then
But no one can turn this glass you hoped they'd toast.
Forever, merely shown, Never lived,
An eternity of rash indecision For those to whom eternity means nothing.
Another theory in a simulation just an equation,
It's all the creation of some one
For the self it seems.
The self bolstered through another
Wherein others are just a result
Or work in progress.
An insubstantial material hell
One of the finest concoctions
What do you look forward to
But an expensive coffin, Quick wake, And a painless death?
Grief passed on with no reprieve, Or better yet not felt at all
Whatever's easiest, The new delusion.
Another way to cope
Embrace the cold soil of a pointless life
Why even try Just obey and do as told
But if you could, tell me.... Where's the religion gone?
You seem to be the ultimate zealot, With unshakable conviction
To a new man made doctrine,
Wasn't that the problem?
Before you gave up on your self?
Hurtling towards the finish line
As fast as you seemingly can
Uncaring and blind to humanity