Smiles

One smile triggers another,
Which makes the one triggered seem so mechanical,
And so much like fireworks,
Ostensibly beautiful and pleasant,
But so short-lived that it leaves an impression
That it is just superficial and relentless.

Shall I call it fake, or
Shall I reckon it to be social?

Shall I take it to be true, or
Shall I suppose it is in my dream?

To be honest, I stumble over its realness.
Maybe what I presume real is, in fact, unreal.
What am I supposed to do to distinguish the unreal from the real?
Perhaps it does not matter at all,
For the unreal is always more real than the real.