Have I Found It?

I was once optimistic.
Believing in a 'Greater Good'
away from the plastic
people that would
forever ferment my existence.

This vision, alas, is yet so bleak
Elysian Fields seem out of reach,
a human race without critique
and only love willing to breach.

Such romantic sentiments wrung
from between a blast of red.
Overcome with bitterness: so young
perhaps it's better left unsaid.

So paint a smile on my face
and I'll follow the masses,
let us hope to find solace
in a new pair of sunglasses.
I used to be optimistic.

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