only a little

The years have been kind to you.
Not in the same way for me,
but you look good.
Time is running down these cheeks
fermenting the fruit
full past wine state
and don't count on anyone encouraging you to embrace the decay
the money is in hiding what our bodies do in time.
Lie to ourselves first
and there the lie finds it's most reliable home
because they know the truth on the outside.
Even though the machine says you look young
it is in it's interest to pretend so
since the machine sold you the product that makes you
"Look Younger"
But to the sapient the truth is clear.
Our eyes can see where the foundation ends and your crumbling supports start.
We all see the clown at the cash register
yet we treat it like a human.
Treat it as if a mind is back in there.
We can see that it cares more about the appearance of things
than the structure of reality,
yet we treat it like human.
We can tell it has no concept of humanity
of the sapient nature
or, at least
if they do see such a thing the only tactic?
To tuck tail and run,
smiling into the night,
far from the truth of things.
The truth of you.
The truth of time and our faces.
So,
Yes.
I am doing well,
thank you for asking.
And,
No.
I am not going to ask how you are doing
because,
I know you only asked me so I would ask you.  And
to be honest,
I don't care about your life.
To be honest you probably care less about me than I care about you,
but you care more that you appear to care
than you care about reality and being honest with it.
But,
after all
I am just a sapiens,
waiting in line for my piece of the food
and you are just a clown
pretending to be beautiful and happy.