Have you ever met a soul so slight,
Whose chosen path avoids the light
Of heartfelt truth, a probing thought,
Where genuine connection\'s sought?
Or known a mind, a heart so thin,
Where substance rarely seeps within?
Their world a sheen, a polished gleam,
Reflecting back a fleeting dream.
They speak of surfaces, of show,
Of what others think, and how they go.
The latest trend, the brand-new car,
But never question who they are.
A conversation starts to flow,
Then hits a wall, an undertow
Of emptiness, where nothing deep
Can take its hold or secrets keep.
Like shallow pools, they catch the sun,
But hold no darkness, one by one.
Reflecting skies, a passing face,
But roots find no sustaining place.
The laughter rings, a hollow sound,
On transient, unholy ground.
They skim the surface, never dive,
Content with how the currents drive.
To seek their core, a fruitless quest,
A vacant space, put to the test.
No hidden depths, no soulful spark,
Just fleeting echoes in the dark.
Yes, I have known them, understood
The absence of true brotherhood,
And felt the quiet, cold despair,
Of finding nothing deeply there.