delusions of greatness by grandeur from inside birdcage

Such a Utopia; we are forming from inside the birdcage; we are hiding in,
Everyone in Pretence-Selfless Coat.
But what can I do? I just see selfish desires and this unchangeable dystopia,
Also my stubbornness would rather not bother this disturbance.
Again, I pity that me who acts alright and strong,
Alone.
Not that I dispute it as something inconceivable; truthfully, totally understandable humane behaviour;
Just looking back in 2 decades, the loyalty I could earn and give
That tomorrow I wanted to look into, now present
Not flower and thorn fantasy but still same as always it had been
Days pass by, I try to repent another day lost, the precious youth some could trade all their property for
Today is ordinary, I know ordinary is more precious than anything
Even if I sleep, eat, or do anything time passes by memory they are just countless story of some forgettable small entity in this wide multiverse.