Deep down, you're really shallow,

A truth that cuts like knives.

In depths of introspection,

We find our surface lives.

Layers peeled reveal no core,

Just masks we thought were real.

The more we seek to know ourselves,

The less there is to feel.

We dive into our psyche's sea,

Expecting hidden treasure.

But find that in complexity,

Simplicity's the measure.

The wisest know they nothing know,

A paradox most clever.

For in the end, we come to find:

The more we change, the more we stay the same forever.