Appearing a bit too glossy these days

So many people, many futures, different in every way except their motivations

Some locked in, others left out

Feats of forbearance befitting those with diaphanous aspirations

The satisfaction derives from discovering where one fits into the human social puzzle

Its one portion setting, a touch of science, adding a dash of showtime

A plunge at times less worthy, yet better offered and served with warmth

Similar to opening up to a best friend left in the cold

Vagueness wasn’t a choice, only the original soft option

Four lane driveway, too two stories long and slim

A stretched tale, and outlandish tales

Now, haven’t i become a bit too glossy?