Sue is Hide - The Complete Abstraction Guide to Solitude

Now it comes to the question of "Where did I do wrong?"
A sudden realization is trailed by a transformation of the major question.
The mind start to ask: Where did I do right?
Then the concepts are broken into pieces for detailed analysis:
What is right? Right, according to who? What makes it right in life?
All of them philosophical yet unanswered calls into the night,
and a soft silence speaks with the rain dripping on the windowsill..

The glitch in the master plan was the entity's own perseity
Just a waste of productive energy...

The glitch in the master plan was world itself
And the way humans were set..

The glitch was to try to stick two humongous forces together
Only to cause an internal combustion that led to the explosion
of the smaller mass that was easier to destroy..
The society was corrupted too, but then the society could remain corrupted
As long as the impact separated the deceiver from the core..
One by one, the fleas on the dog vanished in their confinement
Never to come back..
People saw them all the time, not knowing they weren't there
Not knowing that the system replaced them with placeholders for the smooth operation of corruption.
They were lost, in wonderland they tried to create..
Only when they finally failed, they ceased away permanently;
Even the placeholder was gone, never to be seen..
Tears were shed, "Why, oh why?" tens, or maybe hundreds asked..

They asked the wrong question..
If only the "Where did s/he do right?" popped in their minds
They would've analyzed past occurrences to realize that putting an exclamation mark
Just where you gasped for more air
Was grammatically correct..
Then they would nod and appreciate
That an exclamation is eventually a reflection of the corrupt societies impact on free and delusional minds
And the only escape to solitude of purest form...