A downtrodden beseeched comforting rhetoric to alleviate sorrow.
Flamboyant phrases devoid of any practicality.

But... why do we crave for such pomposity?

You know that no one will add on to the despair when somberness is so corporeal.
Could anyone have the heart to tell you how dead a duck you were?
The truth is obvious - You want to be lied to.

But... why?

Is it human baseness that make us preferred solacing deception rather than brutal facts?
Or is it a dream that we seek to live in a fool's paradise?